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ki-yomii · 9 months

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two for the show | jjk

➥ pairing | jeon jungkook x f!reader

➥ word count | 2.1k

➥ warning(s) | 🔞 smut; dirty talk, established relationship, accidental voyeurism, masturbation (solo m), panty kink, implied choking kink

➥ summary | it’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed (aka the fic where you catch jk jerking off in your bed with a pair of your panties).

➥ notes | 🙃 this man straight up made me buy a keychain that says jk’s slut. i have no regrets.

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“I’m home!”

Pausing in the doorway, you listen as the barren sounds of your apartment echo back at you; the soft gurgle of the pipes, the metallic rumble of the dryer, the fan on your fridge kicking on with a dying sputter.

Everything’s as you left it, barring the notable absence of your boyfriend.

There’s no low-toned voice ringing out to greet you, no man-shaped golden retriever bouncing over to drape his arms over your shoulder and smother you in kisses.

It puts you ill at ease, a frown tugging at the corners of your mouth as you toss your keys on the side table and place your shoes next to his. Jungkook said he’d lounge around until you got back from your errands.

It couldn’t have been more than an hour, and as it was his first day off in forever, he’d wanted to spend it with you.

… Only instead, he’s nowhere to be found.

The couch is empty, the tv dark. No god awful clanking or boisterous humming, so that rules out him taking a shower. Did he get called away to the studio? Though if that was the case, he’d have texted.

Right?

Right - he knows how you feel about him disappearing without notice. So that can’t be it - plus his footwear is still on the rack.

Stepping into the kitchen

“Kook,” you call, peeking into the kitchen only to find it just as empty as the rest of the apartment, “you still here?”

There’s no answer.

But what sounds like a faint curse comes from somewhere near the bedrooms, so with a shrug you follow the noise only to freeze.

Your brows shoot up your forehead, and your gut clenches hotly. A violent, visceral reaction that makes all the moisture flee your mouth.

Surely he’s not… No, there’s no way.

Except then a grunt breaks the tense quiet; smothered, breathless sounds that echo low and wounded into the hallway.

If you hadn’t been standing right outside the doorway, if you hadn’t been looking for Jungkook, the distant humdrum of everyday life would’ve otherwise disguised them.

A warm hush creeps up your neck and pools in your cheeks, leaving your skin altogether uncomfortable; itchy and tight like a nasty burn.

Every tentative step feels like walking on a tripwire, the slightest creak of the floorboards a gunshot.

It’s a miracle you make it to the end of the hall, your door haphazardly cracked with slats of sunlight spilling across the floor. Seconds later, another grunt - this time louder and filthier.

It’s impossible to resist the urge to peek around the doorjamb, to see how Jungkook’s pulling those kinds of sounds from his throat, to see what tempo he likes to stroke his cock to when he’s alone.

Mouth full of cotton, your heart lurches while you try to absorb the surreal image presented with difficulty.

With how he’s planted his feet and bent his legs, it’s difficult to get an unobstructed view of what his hand’s doing between his thighs but what you can see?

Well.

“…H-Haaah…ss-shit, that’s…”

It’s unfair how pretty he is like this; so wanton and needy, half naked and stretched across the middle of your bed. You only notice the scrap of fabric draped over his chest because of how bright and oddly familiar it is, but you’re too far away to identify it and you’ve got more important things to focus on.

He looks like some wild, half tamed creature come to steal you away; the briar of his hair a dark halo on the pillows, the short strands sticking to his sweat-slick forehead.

Eyes hooded and hazy, he watches as the pink tip of his cock appears through the circle of his fingers with every upwards rut. Mouth slack and rosy, his tongue glimmers like a tempting prize.

It sends you reeling, a gush of slick wetting your thighs the next time you squeeze them. You’re unbearably empty - desire hooked behind your navel. An unscratchable itch that’ll surely drive you mad.

Every time you blink, he’s there waiting behind your eyelids; his cock thick and heavy, curved towards his belly and throbbing with each measured stroke.

His thighs tremble, and his toes dig into the bed spread. “Fuhhhck, baby - baby please, let me…”

You bite the inside of your cheek.

“Gonna cum, oh god. Yeah, that’s it just - hnggg - just like that. S’good for me.”

Tatted fingers tug at the hem of his shirt, rucking the fabric up and out of the way. It bunches under his armpits and exposes the cut of his chest, the valleys of his muscled frame.

The muscles bunch and strain with his movements, and you long to sink your teeth in.

“Right there - oh fuck - right there.” His abs clench and his hips flex. “Jus’ like that, come on, baby.”

Digging your nails into your thigh provides distraction - albeit temporarily as he pauses what he’s doing after a few more hurried strokes, the lines of frustration on his face deepening. The hand around his cock slows to an almost glacial pace.

Hooking a finger around whatever’s resting on his chest, Jungkook raises it up to dangle in front of his face - and shock lances through you, quickly followed by an ohmygod, are those… ?

Yes - yes, they are.

No wonder it looks familiar.

All thought processes grind to a halt, your pussy clenching and your knees nearly buckling once you recognize your favorite pair of panties hanging off your boyfriend’s finger.

Anticipation swells in the pit of your stomach, a ferocious heat bubbling to life behind your navel.

All corrupting, all consuming, until you’re shaking with longing.

You never thought seeing Jungkook like this would affect you so much - never even imagined a scenario in which you would, let alone with a pair of your underwear. Though, you also never imagined it would make you as hot and bothered as it does.

No way, no way, no way.

“Mm, so pretty, baby,” he murmurs, spreading his fingers to stretch out the fabric. “Jus’ for me.”

Eyes wide, you watch as he scrutinizes the whorls of delicate lace and sheer panels. He’s not really going to…is he?

Biting his lip, he spares your panties one more long look before working them down his body. His nipples stiffen when they trail down the valley of his pecs, his voice a breathy curse as they tickle the band of his hips, his skin pebbled with goosebumps.

Holy shit, he is.

You choke on your own spit.

It’s almost impossible to believe that he’s about to jack off with a pair of your panties - that you get to witness it happen for yourself - but then he’s switching hands, and you see how pretty the fabric looks stretched out over the girth of his cock.

The texture must feel amazing because Jungkook full-body shudders, his eyes pinched shut and his brows furrowed like he’s in pain.

He lurches forward, catching himself before he folds in half and takes a shaky breath. His fingers flex, the fabric scraping over his sensitive shaft and teasing his swollen balls.

He whines. “Oh my fuh - that feels so fucking good.”

What you wouldn’t give to know what he’s imagining right now. Every hitched whimper gets your ears ringing and your legs crossing, the drag of your shirt over your nipples uncomfortable with how hard they are.

Nevermind the state of your underwear - the slightest shift has your folds sticking together, a sticky wet gush you’d love to soak his cock with.

You don’t even care that he’s getting a little too loud. So what if your crotchety ass neighbor files a complaint?

The sight alone more than makes up for the headache of dealing with management.

Though apparently, Jungkook’s got more consideration for prying ears because he stuffs the corner of his shirt into his mouth.

Stifling a gasp, he locks the desperate noises behind his teeth by biting down and using the fabric to muzzle himself.

His strong thighs tremble when the circle of his fingers meets the base, knuckles white as the crotch of your panties pulls taut over his swollen cockhead. The visual alone nearly ends you.

Why, you think, half-hysterical.

It’s becoming painful to watch and do nothing.

His choked little groan precedes the flex of his wrist - the apologetic glide of his palm as he staves off another orgasm, the angry tip of his erection leaking where it peeks out from the bright lace.

He’s been on the edge of coming for a while with how wet and swollen his cock his; veins thick and throbbing, balls taut and drawn up towards his body.

A punch of desire at imagining all the things he’s gotten up to while you were gone leaves you winded, and you’re barely able to swallow the moan creeping up from deep inside your chest.

It feels like someone sucker punched you full stop. And then replacing those fingers with your mouth - with your cunt - invades every thought until heat crackles down your spine.

Or maybe you should let this play out - have him stain your panties with cum and then put them on, wear them around the apartment until he fucks you over the counter.

It’s a win-win situation, no matter which scenario you pick.

A fresh wave of arousal pools between your thighs, honey thick every time your pussy clenches. Your clit aches for friction, swollen and raw, all while Jungkook continues to drive himself pleasure drunk.

Right now, the slightest touch could make you cry, you’re so turned on.

Keeping quiet as you shift closer to hear the slick, soppy sounds of him fucking up into the grip of his fist is almost impossible, but somehow you clear the doorjamb, the door itself a faint sensation at the back of your elbow.

And then you stop breathing.

Your heartbeat thuds in your ears, your blood rushing so fast you swear you hear it thundering through your veins. The air thickens with tension, the musk of fevered arousal heavy in your nose.

Only right as you’re about to crack, one of the sweetest moans you’ve ever heard breaks through his cotton gag. He must hear your stuttered inhale, the grit of your teeth because he freezes. His body becomes a rigid line of tension, muscles coiled.

And then those pretty doe eyes pop open.

Immediately seeking you out, Jungkook swallows and unhinges his jaw. The makeshift bit slips free from his mouth, his shirt fluttering back down to his chest.

A patch of damp sticks to his skin.

“Baby…” he says, his voice thick with pleasure - low and rough like smoky whiskey - while a flush blooms across his cheeks, “You’re - You’re home…”

Without responding, you take a step into the room.

The closer you get, the tenser Jungkook becomes - his breath locking in his throat and his eyes falling shut.

At some point, his hand pulls away and tries to tuck your panties off to the side. It’s too bad you’ve been watching the whole time, otherwise he might’ve gotten away with it.

Jungkook clears his throat and scratches at his jaw. “I was just - uh, y’know…”

He trails off, his hands fluttering around his hips. As if there’s a way to hide the excited twitch of his cock or the drool of pre-cum when you stop at the bedside.

With a faint smile and a raised brow, you ask, “Having fun?”

“I - baby, I’m so…” A muscle in his jaw jumps. “‘m sorry.”

He refuses to look at you.

And that just won’t do.

“Shit!”

Jungkook jolts, a drawn-out moan full of heat ripped out of his mouth when you press your hand over the heated skin of his throat.

All the air whooshes from your lungs and you watch your thumb trace over the swell of his Adam’s apple, enchanted. His body strains up into your tender touch, every hard line demanding you finish what he started.

“Need some help?” you ask, feeling him gulp against your palm. “Sure looks like you do.”

It’s apparent he can barely think, those pretty eyes clouded over in a haze of desperation. Your nails dig into his oversensitive skin to see him flinch, to watch as a shudder rolls down his spine at the delicate bite of pain.

His cock bobs against his belly.

“Come on, baby. Wouldn’t you like my hand or pussy better?”

“Shit, I -” he groans, tossing a forearm over his eyes. “Why are you like this? You’re gonna kill me one day.”

You chuckle, tracing the swell of his bottom lip, the metal of his lip ring. “That still doesn’t answer my question.”

Every pass of your hand works your fingers higher until the tips press in at the corners of his mouth.

You repeat yourself, “Do you need some help?”

At the taste of your skin, Jungkook groans; a soft, deep-throated thing that injects heat into your veins. His tongue is soft against the pads of your fingers, wet and cradling.

A lone eye peeks up at you from behind his wrist, hooded and burning.

“… Please.”

#jungkook x reader #jungkook x you #jeon jungkook x reader #jeon jungkook x you #jeon jungkook #jungkook smut #bts jungkook #jungkook fanfic

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chrisevansonly · 7 months

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𝐖𝐚𝐭𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐝 | 𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐲 𝐬𝐭𝐲𝐥𝐞𝐬

ʚ harry styles x female reader

ʚ you know well enough no matter how hard you try, your daily walks in london with harry will never be private

ʚ slight angst but not really? protective H, but also some good ol sweetness

ʚ not requested, just felt like writing a little something and it’s pretty bad but idk🙃

The weather in London had been surprisingly nice so far for fall, the sun shining and gentle breeze filtering through the still changing leaves was enough of an incentive to get you and Harry out the door for your daily walk. Luckily not far was a fall market, so the plan was to grab your oat latte’s from your favourite cafe and head towards the vendors stands.

“You ready to go H?”

Your hands fixing your vest as it rested over your (harry’s) oversized sweater, opting to dress a bit more comfy and casual

“M’just grabbing my phone then i’m good”

Soon enough he wandered into the front entrance, sunglasses in hand, as he smiled, pressing a kiss to your lips

“Ready”

“Shall we?”

Taking your hand he nodded, opening the door to your apartment and leading you out, making sure to lock the door before you both took off down the elevator and out onto the somewhat quiet streets of your neighbourhood. Thankfully you didn’t need to go towards super central London otherwise you’d have avoided the market all together.

“Seems quite quiet today don’t you think baby?”

Harry hummed

“A bit, but you know it’s never really quiet for us” his voice held an anxious undertone which made you frown

“I know, but i’m safe with you and we know what to do if it ever gets too crazy”

Three weeks prior the two of you had been caught downtown where it was way busier than expected and you ended up seeking refuge in a small boutique until Harry’s security team could show up, needless to say your boyfriend was not impressed and you stayed at home the next couple days afterwards.

“I’m still sorry for that”

A frown etched across your face once again

“My love you don’t need to apologize for something you have no control over…i’m safe, i’m not hurt and you aren’t either…I promise you do not need to apologize to me”

Even if you both were hesitant around pda, Harry leaned down and pressed a quick kiss to your lips, eliciting a happy sigh from you. The walk towards the market was nice, not many people, and when you arrived it wasn’t packed either.

“Oh H look they’ve got the chilli oil we’ve been trying to find”

Harry followed you towards the stand, eyes still scanning the area to make sure the two of you were okay

“Why don’t we get a few of them?”

You smiled

“Good idea!”

Paying the lady she bid you both goodbye as you kept wandering. A few people starting to notice Harry Styles was now walking amongst them, it wasn’t until you took his hand and squeezed it that he figured out you were starting to get uncomfortable.

“I think i’ve got everything,can we go?”

“Course we can”

His arm wound it’s way around your waist, tucking you into his side as you walked away from the farmers market, his fingers tapping your hip gently as a way to calm both himself and you down, both of you not a fan of the constant shadows that followed the two of you around. It wasn’t until a few voices begun to call his name that he stopped turning to face them

“Can you guys please not do that? It’s making my girlfriend and I uncomfortable.”

The two people with camera’s that had been following you stopped, both of them looked to be in their teens, it almost made you feel bad but at the end of the day, some people did forget Harry was human and wasn’t mean to be followed around like a lost dog.

“Oh sorry!”

“We didn’t mean too!”

Nodding he sent them a brief smile

“Thank you, enjoy your day.”

You smiled at the two teens as they walked away, obviously feeling bad for upsetting Harry

“You alright lovie?”

He nodded

“Yeah, just-I just hate that”

“I understand, we’re almost home and then it’ll be just the two of us”

He was more than happy to get home and cuddled up on the couch, the two of you going through another rerun of gossip girl as the weather begun to get colder. You’d bring down the fluffiest blankets and set up some snacks just to have a quiet afternoon which were always your favourites.

“I’m sorry about that again by the way”

“Not your fault baby, it happens, i’m used to it, and you always keep me safe so really, everything is okay”

Hearing confirmation was enough for Harry to press a kiss to your temple as you continued making your way home, excited to get out of the public eye and just enjoy some quality time away from the constant watching eyes.

#rueswrites #ruesanswers #ruesanons<3 #ruesasks #harry styles x reader #harry styles fanfiction #harry styles x girlfriend reader #harry styles x you #harry styles x fem!reader #harry styles x female reader #harry styles x y/n #harry styles x wife reader #harry styles imagine #harry styles #harry styles angst #harry styles fluff #harry styles fic #harry styles fanfic

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southerngothicchic · 6 months

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This is the most self-indulgent thing I've written so far 🙃

You loved your boyfriend's hands. You loved how his fingers traced along your skin, especially your neck. Just the warmth from his touch made you crave him even more. You also loved when they roamed your body, except when he slid them under your shirt. You'd place your hand on his, stopping him and he would always nod and whisper, "Ok."

You felt ridiculous, letting your insecurities about your body get to you, but you couldn't help it. You knew the types of girl's he was with before you, and the one thing they had that you didn't.

It wasn't like you were completely flat chested, but your breasts were on the smaller side. Which in turn, made you super self conscious, especially when you were in high school. Now, fast forward a few years, and you were dating the man of your dreams and former high school crush, Steve Harrington.

The relationship was still fairly new, though he made it clear in that short period of time how much he adored you. His arms were always around you, his lips pressing kisses anywhere he could. He was so doting and sweet, truly the perfect boyfriend.

Whenever you were intimate, he made sure to go at your pace. Your comfort and pleasure came first, sometimes literally. With as much as you knew he adored you, you still couldn't bring yourself to let him see or feel your bare chest. You silently berated yourself for still feeling this way.

You longed to feel his hands all over you, and you know he wanted that too.

One night you find yourself in a similar position, laying underneath him, as you make out. Your hands are in his hair as he kisses you slowly, savoring the feeling of your lips.

One hand rests next to your head, while the other holds your hip. He gradually moves it higher, slipping it under your shirt. The feeling of his fingertips makes you shiver, before his hand cups you through your bra.

You whimper against his lips as he squeezes.

"You like that, honey?" He asks, in between another kiss.

You nod, opening your eyes to dreamily gaze up at him.

"Would you like to feel more?"

You watch his warm eyes darken with lust as he awaits your answer.

"Yes."

"Can you take this off for me, then?" He lightly pulls on the hem of your oversized shirt.

You nod again, and he sits up, so you can pull your shirt over your head. It slips from your hands onto the floor as your eyes are on Steve. His gaze is hungry as his eyes travel your chest. He then leans forward and runs his finger under your bra strap. His eyes meet yours and you know what he wants.

You sharply inhale, before reaching to unclasp your bra. It then hangs loosely on your arms, before you discard it. It lands on the floor, somewhere near your shirt. You immediately cover yourself, heat rising to your cheeks. He then reacts by wrapping you in his arms and pressing kisses to your forehead.

"You're safe with me, honey," he assures.

You feel your eyes watering from how comforting he is.

"You know what," he begins, pulling away, "just so we're even..."

He then tugs his striped polo over his head and tosses it on the floor. You bite your lip at the sight of his hairy chest. He smiles before kneeling in front of you. His hands gently grip your wrists as he looks into your eyes. You resist, at first, before letting him guide your hands away from your chest and place them against his.

You try to stifle a gasp as you make contact with his skin. He releases your wrists and slips his arms around your waist, pushing you closer to him. Your chest presses against his as he captures your lips in a kiss.

The sensation of the light scratch of his chest hair against your nipples makes you moan into the kiss.

"Love feeling you close like this..." he breathes. "Love that you trust me... you do trust me, don't you, angel?"

"Yes..."

"Lie back," he instructs, with the tip of his nose brushing yours. "I wanna show you how much I adore you."

Your mind's already fuzzy as you lay back, onto the bed. He hovers over you, his body overwhelming your senses as he places kisses along your neck. You wrap your arms around him as he sucks the first of many hickeys into your skin. He kisses his way to your collarbone, lightly nibbling on it, before kissing lower and lower, until he reaches the top of your breast.

You tense up when you feel his hot breath on you.

"You're so beautiful, angel," he laments. "I wish you could see yourself the way I do."

He presses kisses all over, before swirling his tongue around your nipple.

Your back arches and a breathy sigh of his name leaves your lips as he sucks you into his mouth. His moans vibrate through you as you throw your head back.

He pulls away, glancing up at you and seeing how you're already unraveling.

"That feel good?" He asks, with a smirk as you nod.

"I always wanna make you feel good, angel, if you'll let me..."

"I want too," you reply. "I'm just nervous..."

"About what?"

You shakily exhale. "Not living up to your expectations. I'm so afraid of disappointing you..."

"Honey," he begins, his tone serious, yet comforting, "you could never disappoint me. I care so much about you and really it should be the other way around."

"Steve-"

"I'm not the same guy I was in high school. We're like completely different people now, so you don't need to worry about living up to nonexistent expectations anymore," he comforts, bringing his hand up to cup your cheek.

"I love every part of your body, and I don't want you to be afraid to let your guard down with me," he continues, as his thumb caresses your cheek.

"You're obviously not that guy anymore, and I know I shouldn't still feel like this, but-"

He cuts you off with a soft kiss.

"Its ok. I'll go as slow as you want," he breathes, ghosting his lips over yours.

"You're really wonderful, Steve Harrington," you smile, curling your fingers in his hair.

Now he's blushing as you guide his lips back to yours.

"Can I keep showing you how much you mean to me?"

"Yes, please..." you breathe, perfectly content with letting your boyfriend worship you for the rest of the night.

#steve harrington #steve harrington x you #steve harrington x reader #soft smut

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gyunglitter · 8 months

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i'll always choose you ⚘ choi beomgyu

-for the days being alive seems too hard, you're so happy to have your boyfriend

warnings: none really, just beomgyu being a simp—also, not edited

tags: established relationship, angst, fluff, hurt to comfort

notes: this is the first time i’ve ever finished a story (even if it is just a one shot), but i’m so happy it was this one. i wrote this during a couple of my bad days, so i hope it can help you on yours <3

Beomgyu was just barely getting out of his post-practice shower when he heard his special ringtone he had set just for you go off. You hadn’t talked to each other all day, your last interaction being a quick facetime and good night texts. And while the other members teased him for being clingy, he admitted with his full chest that he missed you. Tiredly wiping a towel through his damp hair, Beomgyu looked at his phone to see a new text message from you.

From: bubs <3

are you busy?

Beomgyu raised an eyebrow at the simple message; typically, you were a pretty energetic texter. It was something he liked about you since he was the same way with people he cared about. Your relationship was still fairly new, but he didn’t think it felt that way with you– the two of you seemed to just get one another, clicking instantly right off the bat and your connection getting deeper with every interaction. So to see a quick text like that surprised him a little bit, but with the thought of getting to facetime you, Beomgyu texted you back immediately.

To: bubs <3

hey, just got out of the shower! practice went a little long today🙃

Beomgyu set his phone down for a moment to throw on some clothes, thinking you would take a bit longer to respond since you typically send longer texts once you knew he was free to talk. However, he was proven wrong when he heard your ringtone go off not even ten seconds later.

From: bubs <3

can i see you?

Beomgyu couldn’t help but feel a little worried as he glanced at the message, throwing his shirt on to get his hands back on his phone. Call him dramatic, but the simple sentence made the worst possible scenarios run through his mind.

To: bubs <3

is everything okay?

what happened?

From: bubs <3

it’s fine

nothing happened

sorry, didn’t mean to worry you

A sigh left Beomgyu’s mouth as he read your last text, confusion and worry only building up even more. Though you assured him nothing had happened, it sure as hell didn’t feel like it. Not only were your texts incredibly bland, but you also weren’t elaborating much of anything, something you supremely hated. Communication was key to you, and he was just now starting to realize why.

To: bubs <3

are you at your dorm right now?

From: bubs <3

yeah

To: bubs <3

okay, did you want any food or anything?? i can drop by the dumpling place or tteokbokki stand on the way to yours!

From: bubs <3

its fine, see you soon?

To: bubs <3

yeah, i’ll be there in 15

just gotta let the guys know!

Beomgyu waited for any other texts from you to come through, but was left with the same screen. No “thanks”, no “stay safe” text, not even one emoji that could possibly express some form of affection. At first he thought you got into an accident of some disastrous sort, spiking his worries. Now, he can feel the worry levels rising again, this time for himself.

What if you wanted to break up with him?

He thought your two a half months of being together had been perfect so far, he hadn’t messed up once. Sure, he teased you about the way you sang his songs sometimes, or the times you needed his help with your perilla leaf, or even when you couldn’t beat Hueningkai in arm wrestling. But he thought it was cute! He thought you liked him annoying you since you dished it back much worse than he did–BUT WHAT IF YOU DIDN’T?

Oh no.

He had to beg you to not leave him, he was not ready to let you go, he hadn’t even taken you to meet Toto yet.

You sat by your front door, resting your head beside the door frame as you waited for Beomgyu to show up. You had no idea how much time had passed since you couldn’t even bring yourself to look at your phone after his last message got through to you. You’d left your phone on your bed and used your remaining energy to trudge your way to the front door. You were tired.

True to your texts to your boyfriend, nothing had happened. And it was okay. You weren’t, but the vague subject of “it” very much was. Sort of.

Nothing inherently bad happened to you: no one spilt their coffee on you, no mean people at work, not even a long red light while driving home. It had just been one of those days where the world felt a little heavier on you. You honestly haven't felt this way in a while. Not since before meeting Beomgyu, who made you smile more than you thought was possible. But alas, mental illness isn’t cured so easily.

You’d gotten home from work less than thirty minutes ago, but you had yet to feel any relief yet. Not knowing what to do and not wanting to be alone, you reached out to the boy who makes you feel lighter effortlessly. You’ve only been together for two and a half months, but they have been the happiest two and a half months you’ve experienced–cheesiness be damned.

Frantic knocks on the front door motivated you to get up for your boyfriend, the tightness in your chest already getting ready to loosen at the thought of Beomgyu standing on the other side.

You could see your boyfriend’s startled face when you opened the door, most likely from the fact that he had barely taken his fist off the wood when you’d whipped it open.

“Y-Y/n! I got here as fast as I could! I know what you’re gonna say, and I just wanna say first that I’m so sorry for teasing you so much–you just make the cutest facial expressions when you get annoyed and I didn’t realize you might have actually cared that I said Hyuka’s arms are bigger than your mom–”

You stared at the boy rambling in front of you, waving one arm in the air as chaotically as his words. However, you also saw in his other hand was a small bunch of flowers–flowers that looked suspiciously like the ones planted in your main lobby’s centerpieces. The poor things still had clumps of dirt on their ends and were staining your boyfriend’s fingers, but he didn’t show any indication of caring as he was still staring at you intently, unshed tears lining his eyes.

This was your boyfriend. Your sweet, loud, silly boyfriend who never failed to make you feel lighter. Effortlessly.

Quickly, you wrapped your arms around Beomgyu’s waist and held him tightly. You felt his arms secure themselves around you automatically. You only realized he’d done it without thinking when he stopped talking and could feel his heart rate suddenly pick up after a few seconds in each other’s arms.

“I don’t wanna break up with you, you loser,” you muttered into his neck and chest.

Beomgyu breathed out. “You don’t?”

“No, I just…really wanted to see you.”

All you could manage was burying yourself even deeper into your boyfriend’s embrace. For the first time today, you felt like you could finally trust someone enough to take hold of the weight from the world and bear it with you. As a result, you slowly leaned against Beomgyu even more and let him really hold you, feeling as if you didn’t have to hold yourself up now that you knew help was here.

Beomgyu tightened his grip on you, when he felt you sigh into his neck. His mind flashed back to the messages you sent. Sure he was relieved that you weren’t trying to leave him, but now he was back to square one: worrying about you.

“Y/n?” He whispered into your hair.

“Hm?”

“I…I really like you, y/n…” Beomgyu admitted quietly. “You said nothing happened, but I know you’re not okay. I don’t know what’s wrong, but please tell me so I can fix it.”

He felt your head burrow even further into him for a second and was about to say…well he doesn’t quite know what to say, he’s just so damn worried about you. But he ended up not needing to say anything. Because you had instead pushed yourself away from his embrace and grabbed his hands, not minding the dirt gathering on your fingers from his pathetic flowers.

“Let’s head inside, Gyu.”

And you led him through, not letting go of his hand once. Not even when he reached to take off his shoes. You instead stuck to him, as if you couldn’t bear to be physically apart from him for one second. He didn’t mind. He felt the same way.

When you both made it to your room, Beomgyu placed the crushed flowers on your bedside table and laid down on your bed. It only took him a second to open his arms for you to snuggle into him once again, shrinking yourself even more than you had before. He massaged the back of your neck under your hair, a habit he randomly developed with you to soothe both you and himself, and felt you release another big sigh.

Though this felt really nice, Beomgyu couldn’t feel at ease. This was completely new territory for the both of you. Sure, you had many quiet moments together. But your silences together were more so ones of peace. This one felt more like…an absence. As if he was missing something and just waiting for you to fill it in again.

“Thanks for the flowers. I’m sorry I worried you so much,” you whispered, your voice so low he wouldn’t have been able to hear had it not been for the lack of space between you. You sounded so, well, small.

And as much as Beomgyu wanted to tell you it was okay, he knew he couldn’t. Because if he said it was, you’d think you could do it again. And he really did not want to go through feeling like this again. Others would call him dramatic, but he calls it his Y/n Intuition. You may be the light in his life, but he knows all about hiding your real feelings behind a smile.

“I just…I don’t think about what I’m saying or doing sometimes when I get…like this…”

He can practically hear the struggle you’re going through as you try to communicate with him.

“What is this, bubs?” Beomgyu asked patiently, prompting you to keep trying.

Taking a breath, you took the time to sort out your thoughts before saying, “Somedays I just wake up…duller I guess.”

“Duller?”

You nodded hesitantly. “Like the colors are fading, my days all become the same, and even though I just woke up I’m so tired. And I just…don’t get the point anymore.”

Beomgyu tried his hardest to not flinch at your confession.

“I’m so tired, Beomgyu, I can’t bring myself to do anything. And I can’t want to do anything either. Just the thought of it….” You shook your head back and forth, as if to erase what you’d just said. “Agh, I hate myself sometimes. I’m sorry, that’s so lazy. I’m not like this most of the time, I promise, Gyu. Some days are just harder than others.”

Beomgyu frowned deeply at your denial to yourself. He didn’t like hearing the things you thought about unconsciously, but even more, he didn’t like the way you talked about yourself.

“Why do you talk about yourself like that?” He asked, hands still.

You raised your head to look up at him. “Like what?”

“‘Lazy’. You’re not lazy, y/n.”

“That’s what being lazy is, dude,” you scoffed, letting out a light laugh.

But Beomgyu shook his head. “That’s not the root of the issue–there’s a difference between being lazy and overwhelmed. It happens to me too, you can’t help that sometimes. But you’re. Not. Lazy, y/n. You just need help.”

He watched as your eyes widened at him, before you frowned and scoffed, mostly aimed toward yourself. “I’m, uh, not very good at asking for help.”

“You did a good job of getting me here,” Beomgyu smiled.

You shook your head at him. “But I wasn’t trying to get you here for help. I…” you sighed out, laying your head back in Beomgyu’s neck. “I just wanted you.”

With a new soft feeling taking over, Beomgyu nearly burst into tears for the second time that night. He felt things in his heart and stomach he had never felt before, and he didn’t want it to ever go away. God, he couldn’t put a proper name to how he felt, but he wanted you too.

“I missed you today, “ he whispered into the quiet room.

“Yeah?” you whispered back.

“Mhm. Practice went long today, but it felt even longer because I couldn’t focus on anything but that goodnight text you sent me last night.”

“It wasn’t anything special, Gyu,” you said, but he could tell that you were blushing, which made him let out a soft chuckle.

“I swear, you have such a way with words, bubs, I think you chose the wrong profession,” he joked lightly, feeling the way your lips curved against his neck. “But it’s not always the words you say that matter to me, it’s the fact that you say anything at all.”

Beomgyu’s hand that had been rubbing the back of your neck moved down to squeeze your waist again.

He said softly, “I know it’s hard for you to see what the point is some days, I feel like that sometimes too. But I just have to remind myself of the things that keep me happy.”

“Like Toto?” you chimed in, a small smile creeping up your lips as Beomgyu snorted at your lame joke to stop your tears from coming.

“I was thinking more about you, but yes, I guess he counts too.”

You gasped playfully, “Wow, some pet owner you are.”

He just shrugged in response. “It was either that or a being a good boyfriend, bubs.”

“Well,” you sighed heavily, “Even though I feel bad for your bird, I have to say I am grateful you chose the second option. I mean, look at these beautiful flowers you got me. They’re so authentic, they still have the dirt from my lobby on them.”

Beomgyu merely smiled, before saying, “It’s not that hard of a decision—I’ll always choose you, bubs.”

He felt a groan reverberate off of his neck from your whining form and tried to stop the laugh from bubbling out of his chest, knowing it would distract you from his point. Meanwhile you were too busy trying to fight off your embarrassment.

“Oh my god, Gyu, you’re so cheesy!” You try and nestle into your boyfriend further to hide from him, but fail as you’re already as close as can be. And with the fact that Beomgyu does not put up with it this time.

“No y/n, I mean it!” Your boyfriend pushed you away gently but firmly to make you see his gaze that was filled with determination and sincerity. “I know it’s only been a couple of months, but you need to know this because I can’t see myself not being with you anytime in the near future. Meaning there are going to be more days like this, whether it’s you feeling off, or me! While I try to let you know just how much I care about you everyday, I want you to remember especially on the hard days that you are so important; to the people you call family, to the people you work with, to the people you smile at, to our friends, to my family, to me. God, y/n, you mean the world to me.”

You could feel tears start to build up on your lash line. Usually you’d try and hide away when you started to get emotional, but between Beomgyu’s firm hands holding you and his own watery eyes staring intently into yours, you couldn’t bring yourself to pull away.

“While I want you to be the happiest person everyday of your life and never have to cry, I know personally how that isn’t healthy or fair of me to put on you,” Beomgyu said, his voice starting to become wobbly, “So whenever you feel like this, I want you to know that I understand. And if you’ll have me, I’ll be here.”

The tears were already falling, from both your eyes and his, but you didn’t care. All you could feel was Beomgyu’s heart beating under your hand as you slowly moved it to rest on his chest. Your heart rate matched his easily, speeding up just the tiniest bit as Beomgyu moved his hand to rest on top of yours.

“Gyu…”

“Please have me, Y/n. I really, really like you. And I want to be here, no matter what kind of day it is,” he whispered now, the words slowly getting lower the closer you inched to him.

You let out the smallest laugh, as if the peaceful feeling filling your stomach was floating through your lungs to now fill the small space between you and your boyfriend's lips. The laugh was a tinkly, kind sound that seemed to have reached Beomgyu, because the tears running down his cheeks were overtaken by his dimples you so famously adored. Your laugh sounded out, but the smile on your face remained as you started to cup his cheek and lightly trace over his dimple.

“God…you mean the world to me too, Beomgyu,” you whispered.

Your voice sent shivers down Beomgyu’s spine, and the way he sighed in awe at your words made you lean forward to close the space between you two, your lips finally connecting after what felt like too long.

His hands shifted to tugging you even closer as he sighed in the kiss. You hummed against his lips as well, relishing in the way he deepened the kiss, a bit desperately as if he couldn’t possibly get enough of you. You couldn’t complain, as you felt the exact same. And as you felt the connection between you both deepen, you could also feel the tightness in your chest melt away.

While you knew your problems/feelings weren’t something Beomgyu could kiss away, you knew he would understand. You knew he would be there. And you knew he would care.

And for now, that was enough to get you out of bed the next morning with a smile, ready to take on another day.

(additional) notes: just wanted to say that while this beomgyu isn’t real, i hope y’all know that everything this one said is still true. if y’all need anything, message me or any of the ones mentioned and watch some to do :)

#tomorrow x tomorrow #txt #beomgyu x reader #choi beomgyu #choi beomgyu x reader #txt x reader #beomgyu #beomgyu imagines #txt fluff #beomgyu fluff

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beansmack2021 · 2 months

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Have you thought about doing "relationship sceanarios" for the hazbin characters? I've seen boyfriend/girlfriend sceanarios for fandoms on wattpad and quotev before, but that could be something that'd give you lots of different things to write 🙃

Relationship Scenarios

Alastor:

ROMANTIC

• Very sweet

• Calls you names like dearest, beloved, darling, love

• Would kill for you (and has)

• If you're hurt, he immediately sweeps you away and takes care of you himself

• Gets even redder in the face (if that's possible) if Angel gets a little too comfortable with you

• "Shoo, bug, before I squash you."

• Has ripped off a demon's arm for trying to grab your wrist on the street

• Lays awake at night, just listening to you breathe

• Knows you're a weakness, and tries to deny his feelings at first so he won't be putting you at risk, but can't push them back for any longer

• Vows to protect you for the rest of his time in hell instead

PLATONIC

• If you're younger than him, he becomes sort of like a father figure to you

• Wouldn't like letting you leave the hotel by yourself

• Won't ... gently... remind Husk of his deal in your presence (He doesn't want to subject you to seeing that)

• Hears your quiet cries and sniffles when you have nightmares and immediately comes to your bedside to comfort you

• "It's okay, little one. I'm here. Nothing can hurt you while I'm around."

• Gets nasty with anyone who even hints at you being anything less than the most important person in hell (You're the most important to him, at least)

• When you're hurt, he goes into protective dad mode

• Loses his absolute mind when he sees you crumple

• Believes you're the only person truly worthy of redemption, but doesn't want you to leave him

Husk:

ROMANTIC

• Always has your favorite drink ready for when you come to visit him at the bar

• Purrs when you're around, gets embarrassed

• Wishes he'd never made his deal with Alastor, if only so the two of you could live your afterlives freely together

• Gets angry when Alastor pulls him away if the two of you were together

• Doesn't express his love very often (he's not big into PDA) but when does, he's very genuine and sweet

PLATONIC:

• Keeps an eye on how many drinks you have a night

• Reminds you time and time again not to make deals with the Radio Demon. No matter what he could do for you, your soul isn't worth it.

• Showed you a magic trick once when you were upset to try and cheer you up

• Acts like he doesn't care, but he's a big softy.

• Has snacks that the hotel doesn't usually offer under the bar because he knows they're your favorite

• Hums songs that you sing because he can't get them out of his head

• You two occasionally dry glasses together in silence, just because you enjoy each other's presence

Sir Pentious:

ROMANTIC

• Cried when you accepted his offer to court you

• Gets annoyed when his egg boys follow you around on dates

• Welds gifts for you

• Tries to cook for you. Fails

PLATONIC

• Sometimes, you have to help him pull off some of the scales that he sheds

• Gives you a pair of old goggles because he realized that you liked his

• Asks you to fly around in his ship, teaches you how to fly it

Vox:

ROMANTIC

• Adores you, doesn't care about showing everyone on the Voxnet

• Makes sure you carry some piece of technology with you when you leave home, just in case something happens. He can get to you a lot faster if he can jump through screens. At the very least, he'd at least know where you are

• Hates Alastor, but is more worried about him doing something to you than their rivalry

• Always lets you choose what you're watching together

• Gets pissed at Valentino if he tries to make moves on you

PLATONIC

• You bought him glass cleaner as a gag gift once, only to find out you'd accidentally bought his favorite product for him

• You try to find his power button when you're mad at him

• Posts silly pictures of you. Sometimes they're cute, other times, he wants to embarrass you

• If his volume is too high when he yells, he apologizes immediately. He saw the way you'd flinch and felt awful for being the reason you'd been so nervous

Adam:

ROMANTIC

• Likes to take you out to eat. You guys live in heaven, you've got the best food you can find all around

• As much as he jokes about being the "dickmaster", he's very respectful and refrains from making jokes like that to you

• Takes you flying sometimes

• Wouldn't let you follow him into hell for extermination (you didn't need to see that)

PLATONIC

• Likes to knock out a few plates of ribs

• Suggests you two forming a band loads of times

• He makes a lot of jokes, but if they make you upset, he'll actually apologize

Lucifer:

ROMANTIC

• Worships the ground you walk on

• Kisses your hands

• Makes you a rubber ducky whenever you seem down (you have too many)

• Tries to bring you to the hotel whenever he visits Charlie

PLATONIC

• Tries to braid your hair, fails

• Thinks of you like another child

• Loudly screams he loves you from across the room, people mistake you for his lover

Angel Dust:

ROMANTIC

• The sex jokes stop when he's with you. He doesn't really care about that stuff, he cares about making the most of your time together

• You patch him up after a few rough shifts with Valentino

• He tries to become sober, if not for the hotel, then for you

• Doesn't want you to worry about him, no matter how bad he gets

PLATONIC

• Enjoys just sitting on the couch when it's the two of you

• Jokes about drugs, but would probably be disappointed if he found out you used

• Offers to put stuff on higher shelves for you

• Watches sad movies with you and cries (claims he doesn't)

Charlie:

ROMANTIC

• Loves hugs

• Will drag you outside to see the stars

• Probably cries about how beautiful you are

• Makes cards for you for every holiday

• Doesn't even breathe if you fall asleep on her shoulder

PLATONIC

• Brings you soup if you're sick

• Tries to help you grow some flowers, fails

• Helps you with your hair

• Is very sisterly

• Notices immediately when you're not in the mood for her optimism. Tones it down like 40 percent

Vaggie:

ROMANTIC

• Tries to stab Alastor for you

• You're the only person she trusts to help her trim her hair

• Steals your shirts

• When her wings come back, she takes you flying

• Tries to teach you how to use her spear

PLATONIC

• Tries to teach you Spanish

• Bandages your wounds after the extermination

• Has punched you out of instinct

• Loosens up just a little bit with you

• Tries to let her feelings out more

Rosie:

ROMANTIC

• Gives you the best part of her food every time

• Hums little tunes to you

• Eats people who make you angry

• Takes you shopping

PLATONIC

• Goes on walks through Cannibaltown with you

• Tries to get you to cut your hair like hers

• Kisses your cheeks in greeting

#hazbin hotel #hazbin fanfic #hazbin x reader #hazbin husk #alastor #x reader #hazbin #hazbin charlie #hazbin angel dust #hazbin lucifer

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thebeast-dennis-etcetera · 1 month

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Eye Opener

Prompt: After a nasty argument between your son and Gibbs, he runs away.

Notes: Ends on a good note. Also, I gave the son a name for the sake of writing. It would be a little difficult and confusing if I kept putting S/N, Y/N, etc. Let me know if anyone doesn’t like that. 🙃

You tried his cell again but had no luck as it went straight to voicemail. “Dammit Noah.”

The next number you called was Noah’s best friend. Thankfully, he picked up on the second ring.

“Hey Seth, is Noah with you?”

“Uh, no. I haven’t seen him since school ended today. I asked if he wanted a ride but he was gonna take the bus.”

“Ok, well he calls or comes to your place will you please let me know? Thank you.”

You hung up with him and bit your lip nervously. You didn’t want to call Jethro and get him worried but it was extremely unusual for your son not to come home after school, let alone not answer his phone. He knew the rule to always let one of you know where he was.

You suspected his behavior had something to do with the argument him and Jethro had last night over career choices. Noah wanted to join the Marines but Jethro was adamant on not letting him, telling him that it was too dangerous and not worth throwing away his academic achievements. You knew he was just scared of his son getting hurt, maybe even killed in the line of duty and was trying to protect him but Noah didn’t see it like that. All he saw was his father being a hypocrite and control freak.

Deciding that you couldn’t wait any longer without letting your husband know, you got in your car and drove to the navy yard, getting your visitor pass and taking the elevator to his floor.

You spotted the familiar grey-haired Marine standing beside Bishop as they both stood in front of the plasma tv that showed a picture of a random Naval officer and made your way over, ignoring Tony’s wave.

“Jethro, I need to talk with you please,” you said, making him turn around. The team just stared in silence as you both walked off to the hallway, not sure if their boss was in trouble or not.

“What’s the matter?” he asked, seeing how distressed you were.

“It’s Noah. He never came home from school and he’s not answering his phone. I called Seth to see if he was with him but he says he hasn’t seen him since school. You know he always lets us know if he’s not coming straight home. And after the argument last night-.”

“Alright, alright. It’s gonna be fine, we’ll figure it out,” he comforted, pulling you into his arms and hugging you tight, stopping your spiraling. You took a deep breath, Jethro’s presence calming you down immediately.

“Let’s see if McGee can help,” he said softly, giving your temple a kiss and pulling away. You followed him back into the squad room and smiled lightly at the team.

“McGee, I need a trace on Noah’s phone.”

“On it boss.”

“What’s going on? Everything alright?” Bishop asked with concern.

You explained the situation as McGee’s computer beeped.

“Alright boss, his phone is at the corner of 18th and M street.”

“What’s over there?” you asked. Jethro’s face became hard as he grabbed his jacket and began walking off. “Recruitment Center.”

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The car screeched to a stop in front of the building and Jethro exited the car aggressively. You got out quickly and tried to stop him before he got to the door but it was too late. Ripping open the door, he stepped in and we saw Noah sitting at a desk with a Marine in uniform across from him.

“Get up, now,” Jethro growled at your son who looked just as angry.

“No. It’s too late. I already signed the papers.”

Jethro went to reach for the papers but Noah grabbed them and stood up, challenging his father. Both you and the recruiter just watched as the two Gibbs’ bored holes into each other, neither one willing to back down.

“You don’t know what you’re getting into Noah. You’re throwing away a perfectly good education,” Gibbs argued.

“I know exactly what I’m getting into dad. You can’t make all the decisions for me, I’m 18 now. I wanna fight for my country-

“And what if you die fighting for your country?! What then?! I’m not letting you go, so that I can lose you!”

“You’re gonna lose me if you don’t let me do this!”

You put your hand on your husband’s shoulder, trying to simmer the fire between the two stubborn men and added your piece.

“Jethro, he’s right. We can’t force him not to do something just because we’re scared. It’s not fair to him.”

He didn’t say anything but continued staring his son down, a battle going on behind his eyes. A second later, he grabbed Noah and pulled him in for a bone crushing hug, arms wrapping around his body and gripping his jacket tight.

Noah hugged him back and your eyes stung with tears threatening to fall.

“Why do you have to grow up so fast,” Jethro whispered, letting him go and putting his hands on Noah’s shoulders. “As much as I don’t want you to do this, I get it. I felt the same way when I was your age. Just promise me you’ll be smart. And you’ll call us every week, come hell or high water.”

Noah nodded, wiping a couple tears away and cleared his throat, trying to be stoic. Now it was your turn to hug him, relieved that he was safe but sad that you only had little time left to spend with your little boy.

Noah gave the recruitment papers to the Marine and you stood by Jethro, hugging his arm and resting your head on his shoulder as they finished up the paperwork. Once everything was done, you all got into the car and began driving home.

“Don’t think that you leaving for boot camp gets you out of being grounded for making your mother and I worried about where you were all day,” Jethro said, looking at your son in the rear view mirror.

“I’m sorry about that but I knew Uncle Tim would pull through,” he replied with a small smirk.

“Well since you have such an allegiance to Uncle Tim, you can babysit the twins this weekend and mow his yard as well.”

The smirk left Noah’s face and appeared on Jethro’s as he looked over at you and gave you a wink.

#gibbs x reader #leroy jethro gibbs #ncis #ncis fanfiction #agent gibbs #mark harmon #ncis request #jethro gibbs x reader #ncis imagine #jethro gibbs fanfiction

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lovelyladyabsinthewrites · 3 months

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Pairing(s):Edward Cullen x Wolf!Reader, Jacob Black x Witch!OC

Warnings: this will be the second to last chapter of this series, some spanish (i know a little but thanks to being extremely white washed i still had to go to google translate 🙃), really sorry this took so long :(, i'll try to get the last part out in a timely manner but no promises

Words: 3842

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Screams coming from Sam's home has your paws picking up speed and Evita's hands tightening in your fur so that she could hold on. The others were at your heels, uneasiness clouding the pack telepathy and only thinking of the worse. Surely, today couldn't get any worse, right?

Once in the backyard, no one cares that you three wolves are stark naked. Evita didn't bat an eye having grown accustomed to the pack's frequent nudity.

Nearly ripping the backdoor off it's hinges, all of you crowd into the kitchen and rush through to the living room where Bella and Nadege are screaming, but not in pain in horror. Their outburst is one of pure delight when you catch the sight of a perfectly made ward clutched in Bella's hand.

Tension flees from you and you too pull Evita forward as both of you squeal in delight.

"You did it!!" Sliding onto your knees in front of her, you beckon for Bella to show you the ward. Evita's curls bounce with excitement as she says something in Spanish to Nadege.

Bella's eyes are large and there's the telltale sign of glossy tears that are on the brink of following over her bottom lashes. You'd never seen her smile that wide. Her hands are trembling when she hands it over to you for inspection.

"All the wards are finished." Evita gleefully announces to the others in the room that had gone unnoticed in the moment.

Seth, gleaming over Nadege's shoulder, rises to his full height to address Jacob. "Sam?"

Difficult to pull his attention away from Bella's ward, he reluctantly looks up at Seth and Emily who lingered near the hallway. "He'll be at the Cullens for a while. They have Irina there under some sort of sleeping spell."

You catch the younger wolves grumble about missing it but one silencing glare from Leah, they settle down and merely fold their arms. Quil and Embry, sitting next to them, are grateful that it's not them for once on the receiving end of Leah's deadly gaze.

"We need to disperse these wards as soon as possible." Evita says while searching through her backpack for a rolled up piece of printer paper. Inked on it was a map of the Forks-LaPush area. "They don't have to be placed at these exact coordinates. Just as long as they're in the general area."

"I'll go get the other wards." Emily nods and retreats to the bedroom she shared with Sam, deemed the most secure place in the house.

Back and laying out the rest of the wards on the coffee table, there's the question of dividing the pack into groups to scatter them in their appropriate locations.

And much to your shock, their eyes all turned to you.

It takes you a moment to realize everyone was staring at you. You were still congratulating Bella while the others spoke.

When you find their attention solely on you, it causes your face to warm. "What?"

"Well. . . since the older members of the pack are at the Cullens. . ." Jacob takes the lead since no one else was saying anything. "And you and Sam have been spending a lot more time together-"

"You're the closest thing to an alpha we have at the moment." Leah finishes for Jacob since he appeared to be struggling with an explanation.

Nadege and Evita possess toothy grins as they glance from you to your packmates.

"Me?" Voice squeaking, you feel your palms grow clammy.

Embry's warm eyes happens to calm your nerves as he gives you an encouraging grin. "Well, alpha?"

Taking a deep breath, you nod your head. "Okay."

Ideally you'd want to wait for the sky to darken a little more to better hide the massive wolves moving through the woods (and even having to cross a few public streets) to get to their given pinpoints.

You and Evita stay behind as you watch the other duos disappear in the weaving web of the forest trees. Brady and Embry to one direction, Quil and Colin, Seth and Leah; the only pairing you questioned slightly was Bella and Jacob. Perhaps they could use this time to make up as well (not like you were one to talk. you had yet to even mention what happened to him). Nadege would take the last one and shift to her bird body. She much preferred an aerial view opposed to you and your packmates navigating by scent and memory.

Phasing back to your superior wolf form, Evita easily swings herself onto your back. Her fingers slightly pull at your fur as she makes sure to get a good grip. The first time she'd been a passenger on you, she'd fallen without much help staying on you. Learning her lesson, she now used your fur as handlebars, being as gentle as she could while also affirming that she would not be flying off.

You and Evita would be the group to go the furthest out. You'd have to travel to the border of where Forks meets the Elk Creek Conservation Area. Doing your best to keep away from the public eye and keeping to the wilderness.

Trying not to stumble, you realize you're impatient to get this whole thing over and done with. No more of the black overbearing cloud that were the Volturi looming over your heads. Irina was subdued. Victoria was long gone. The Volturi were your only obstacle left. And then. . .

You might be able to have a chance to finally breathe and enjoy your budding relationship with Edward. Live a life of a young lady in love. Was that too much to ask for?

Awkward was not quite the word Jacob would have chosen. Tense, perhaps cringe inducing were the more appropriate terms. Instead of shapeshifting like the rest of his pack, he chose to use his motorcycle and have Bella on the back of his seat. Her hands cling onto the front of his shirt from behind. Jacob had noticed the lack of strength as she gripped onto the fabric. He'd overheard from Dieufel how using magic could drain one's energy. Especially those who are just beginning in the practice. Making that ward must have taken a lot out of her.

Irina had destroyed much of his garage including his beloved Volkswagen. But his motorbike survived.

They drove in silence to the northern most part of Forks.

Actually, not complete silence. Thanks to the slight auditory enhancement he possessed with his human body, Jacob could hear the rapid fluttering of the cardiac muscle that resides in her chest. Swore he could even feel it too against his back as Bella clung to him.

While he felt incensed for what (y/n) had down in spilling the beans, he knew he'd omitted the truth to Bella and ultimately was the cause for her hurt feelings. He'd wanted to apologize before hoping onto his bike, but time was crucial more than ever.

"This should be good enough." Jacob says once the engine of his bike is silenced.

Bella pulls off her helmet and puts it in the spot behind Jacob. She looks around at the barren area where they'd stopped at. Nadege instructed her that all Bella was required to do now was simply dig a small hole and bury the ward. The witch doubted the Volturi would even be aware of what the ward was if they came across it. Better safe than sorry.

From the small backpack, Bella grabs the two necessary items for their mission: the ward and a small handheld spade.

She couldn't mess this up.

She wouldn't mess this up.

Her fingers have a stranglehold on the items in each of her hands. Jacob watches her curiously while scanning his eyes around their surroundings every so often.

Dirt flies as she makes a hole deep enough to properly cradle the stone smooth ward. Covering it back up, she flattens the earth back into proper alignment to not draw attention to what is buried underneath.

"Done." Her smile is hopeful when she walks back to Jacob. Her helmet is almost on her head before Jacob interrupts her.

"Wait, Bella. . ."

Hesitantly, Bella lowers her arms along with the helmet and arches a slim brow up.

"I'm sorry about what happened the last time we hung out. I'm sorry about a lot of things, actually. I should have at least told you about the imprinting. But, I was in denial about it. I didn't want it to be on someone I didn't know. I always hoped that you would somehow be my imprintee." Jacob chews on his bottom lip. "You didn't deserve that though. You're my friend. Probably one of my best friends but don't tell the others."

"I just wished you would've let me be there for you like you've always been there for me, Jake. I can't imagine what you were going through all that time. Didn't understand why you were acting like an-"

"Asshole?"

"Yes."

Both laugh.

"I forgive you." Bella says with a smile still on her face. "How are you feeling about the imprinting now? Still in denial?"

That has his expression sobering up. "Can't really deny it anymore. Plus I feel better knowing that Leah's imprinted on that Dieufel dude."

"Wait- really?"

Jacob nods. "Yup. Neither Dieufel or Evita know about it. Sam instructed the pack not to let the witches know of the imprinting until after this ordeal with the Voltur is finished with."

Their gaze lingers back to their buried treasure. Bella encouragingly tells him "Well, that day may be sooner than you thought. If she's worth the wait, which I think she is, then you just have to bear through it."

Bella holds his hand. it wasn't even that long ago where this kind of contact would have him getting butterflies in his stomach. Now though he sees her as a sister.

That's when he sees the exhaustion on her face. "You tired?"

"Magic, as I am now learning, is a lot more energy draining than I imagined." With the weariness was contentment though. She glowed thinking of all that cramming paid off. "This makes me feel like i can right some of the mistakes that have come from my involvement with Edward"

"Want me to drop you off on the way back?" Offers Jacob.

She declines. "No. I want to see this thing through."

"Quit moping." Leah scolds him through pack telepathy.

The skin of Seth's muzzle furls into an ugly snarl that shows his front teeth. "I'm NOT moping. Why didn't you tell me you imprinted? I wouldn't have judged you for it or anything! I'm your brother-"

She turns to snap her jaws at him. The pouch that hung around her thick neck swings from the sharp movement. There lay their ward that they are to bury. "I didn't want ANYONE to know. I wished it had never happened!"

Seth flinches away, ears flattening against his head and tail moving between his legs.

Taking her temper down a few notches when she feels the hurt radiating from him, Leah internally sighs. She shouldn't be picking fights, especially not with the pack. Enough fighting will be ahead. There shouldn't be any interpersonal fighting within the pack.

She loved her brother and since losing their father, she didn't want to lose anyone else in her small family.

They begin walking again though Leah noticed Seth was further behind.

"I was scared, Seth. I'm sorry. I didn't know what to do. I panicked. . ." Hating admitting that she felt fear, Seth acknowledged her apology as genuine.

Quiet passes for a few minutes until Leah could feel Seth beside her once more; his paws emitting gentle pitter patters over small twigs and crunchy leaves. "No. . . it's alright. . . from (y/n) and Jacob. . . imprinting doesn't seem like a good thing."

"Hopefully when you imprint it won't be as complicated." Leah adds with a small lilt to her thoughts that makes it sound like she's smiling.

Doubt crept in. He hadn't seen anyone positively impacted by their imprinting thus far. Even Sam and Emily started on a rocky start. Imprinting became something terrifying to the younger wolves. He'd spoken with Brady and Colin, neither happy or looking forward to finding their soulmate. In fact they continuously hoped that it would never happen to them. Being a wolf was hard enough.

To change the subject, Seth goes about finding an appropriate dig spot when they reach their destination. His long claws are useful pulling up dirt.

Leah's back in her human skin, pulling at the chord around her neck to open the pouch. She holds the stone in her hand. Warm to the touch. Waiting for Seth to finish, her attention is completely enraptured by the small rock that would ultimately save so many lives. They were putting all their faith in this thing.

She heaves a heavy sigh, placing the stone into the ground, murmuring a silent pray she wasn't sure anyone would hear.

"Do you think anyone else from the pack will imprint soon?" Brady once again asks Embry and he has to refrain from groaning. The leather pouch strung around his neck bobs as he merely shakes his head to emote his ire. "I wish I had imprinted on Nadege. She's so hot."

If he were in his human body, Embry certainly would have rolled his eyes. "Focus Brady. This is important and we can't fuck it up."

The younger wolf whines. "I know it's important. I just want to lighten the mood. Everything has been so. . . life or death lately."

Embry felt for Brady. He really did. Poor kid was the youngest in the pack. Not even fifteen yet. Brady wasn't allowed to act like a kid his age normally will thanks to this whole werewolf shit.

Reading his thoughts, Brady flicks an ash brown furred ear. "I'd rather be a wolf then some boring teenager."

"You think that for now." It had been all fun and games for Embry too until (y/n) imprinted on Edward.

Thoughts are interrupted by the loud screeching of a bird from overhead. Brady's body lowers to the ground, lips parted in a snarl as his eyes shoot upwards. Embry too digs his nails into the ground, preparing for any kind of air assault that may come their way. This bird didn't sound like any they'd encountered in the wild before.

Familiar colored feathers flurry around in a storm when a giant falcon dives to the ground. Nadege is flushed, panic striking her eyes. "Bury the ward and get out of here. I just saw two cloaked figures traveling down the mountainside. They must be your Volturi."

She returns to her hawk form, allowing the boys to pick up speed and hurry up all while shooting the message down the pack telepathy.

"Stay calm you guys." They can hear Leah's voice. "Just get it down and get out of there. Like Nadege said."

"Evita said once the last ward is in place, the entire thing will activate." (y/n) says. Since Embry has known the girl since childhood, he picked up on the nervous tremor of her thoughts. She was rightfully worried about them encountering members of the Volturi so soon. "We've already buried our's. Evita got a text from Bella that they've buried their's as well."

"Our's is buried too." Quil replies.

Nadege follows them from the sky, partially leading them to the area they were supposed to be in.

"Maybe if Brady hadn't been mooning over Nadege-"

"Shut up Colin!"

"Both of you shut up!" Leah and (y/n) command in unison.

Phasing, Embry yanks open the pouch hastily while Brady starts to dig a hole with his giant paws.

Another ear splitting cry from the treetops, cutting through the forest. Nadege. The Volturi were even closer, uncomfortably so. Her bird body lands on a branch, sharp talons piercing the bark for support. Feathers ruffled in agitation.

Kicking dirt back into the hole, Embry successfully grins. "Done!" He pivots to Brady. "Lets get the hell out of here!"

Brady wasn't looking at Embry though. Frozen to the spot and fur spiked up, slowly his snout furls into a snarl. Nadege releases a high-pitched whistle, sharp and penetrating scream.

"So, these are the wolves Irina told us about."

Without his heightened wolf sense, their scent had passed by him. Embry feels sweat prickling at the nape of his neck despite the chill in the air.

"Turn around, boy."

A throaty growl rumbles from Brady who dared to take a step closer to Embry. Embry simply tried to shoot him a look that hopefully read 'stay where you are' or 'don't move'.

He does so, knowing the rest of the pack was on their way. And that the wards were in position. To test it, all the Volturi had to do was try and pass over it to get to Embry and Brady.

Embry holds his breath, staring into two pairs of blood red eyes. Eery and reminding Embry of the newborns they'd faced off with two weeks prior.

One of them chuckles. "He's nothing but a mere child. The other also seems like just a pup himself."

They creep closer and Embry has to resist glancing down at the ground at the fresh pile of dirt that hid the ward. Instead he waits while his heart is ramming against sternum, threatening to break free from it's confines. These two. . . they felt different from the newborns he'd faced off against.

"Where are the others in your pack?" The taller of the two cock their head to the side. His foot steps over the threshold, a few inches away from Embry. Immediately there's a sizzling sound before the Volturi guard shoots back as if electrically shocked. He hisses in pain, scarlet eyes glaring at Embry. His companion eyes him questioningly before Nadege swoops from her perch and in another flurry of feathers switches back to her human form to protectively stand next to Embry.

He hisses "A witch. More unnatural creatures."

Recovering from his pain, the other one bares his teeth. "Aro will be pleased to know about this. He'll enjoy wiping all of you off the face of the earth."

"I'd like to see him try." Nadege fiercely barks back. Her height matched that of the taller Volturi member. She was a commanding beauty who wouldn't back down. Not when it meant the lives of those she had befriended. "You Volturi are ignorant of the world around you. If you truly aim to rid the world of other beings like us, you'll never achieve it."

That statement outrages the vampires.

Not more than the thundering of large paws that makes the earth tremble. Back up had finally arrived.

A horde of snapping jaws and snarling faces. Bella is seated atop of Jacob's russet brown wolf while Evita is atop of (y/n)'s back. The human girls glare at the ruby eyed vampires. Bella recalling their identities with a scowl.

"Miss Swan."

"Demetri." Her pale lips spit out. Fingers curl tighter into Jacob's fur.

Demetri's companion hisses. "Traitor. You have gone back on your word."

"The situation has changed."

Edward, flanked by a newly returned Carlisle and Jasper, emerge from the trees on the side of the Volturi guards.

"Explain this heresy." Demetri turns to them while Felix keeps his wicked gaze on the wolves. "Why have you allied yourselves with these beasts? Not telling the Volturi of their existence would be considered the highest of crimes."

"Like Edward said, the situation has changed. They helped us fight Victoria's newborn army. They are not the werewolves which the Volturi exterminated throughout Europe centuries ago." Carlisle simply explains with that calm demeanor of his. Perhaps Jasper was using his ability on their side to soothe the tempers of Demetri and Felix as the rigidness of their posture slackened.

"One of those wolves just so happens to be my mate too." Edward proudly announces which only sends disgust through Demetri and Felix.

Felix laughs bitterly "So you traded in a human for a mongrel?"

The wolves growl in indignation for their packmate. (y/n) simply flicks an ear, uncaring for what they thought.

"Easy there." warned Carlisle. "Right now you're trespassing on their territory. I would change the tone if I were you. If you'll just follow us back to our house-"

"What and talk it over a nice cup of tea?" Demetri lightly mocked. "No, this can't be resolved that simply."

"Demetri, please-"

"You've aligned yourself with these savage animals. Not just them, but mortals who possess the powers of a supernatural. They have no place in our world."

"Que hombre tan tanto. (What a stupid man)"

Evita's eyes round at the two newcomers entering the forest. A fearful tremor in her voice. "Mama?"

As if taking a leisure forest stroll, Alice and an older woman stand side by side. Alice looking so petite and pale compared to her companion whose dark, wild curls had strands of silver that would catch on the light. A burgundy shawl is wrapped around her shoulders, covering the cream colored blouse she wore.

Evita's mother scowls at her daughter on the other side of the ward's protective embrace. "Evita, estas en un gran problema. ¿Aquí es donde has estado? (Evita, you're in big trouble. This is where you've been?)" Her eyes, while being the same lovely color as Evita's, had the tell tale signs of aging. Also much like Evita when the pack first met her, there's that tangy scent of magic that wafts through the air that clung to the older woman.

At the slight threatening tone in her voice, Evita pales.

Switching from Spanish to English, Annalisse huffs and turns to address Demetri and Felix. "You two feel like big men? Threatening children?" They open their mouths like their about to protest, but Annalisse silences them with a slash of her hand. Whether that was due to magic or just her intimidating air would be a mystery. Either way it did the trick.

Almost comedic how they shrank away from her as she struts straight up to them despite Alice and the other three Cullen males trying to stop her. This woman was fearless and had the pack staring at her in admiration. Witches were made of much stronger stuff than the regular human. Even Nadege almost leapt into action once the Volturi duo arrived.

"If you want war, the only losers in it would be the Volturi. Only a handful of your kind possess special abilities. Unlike us. You think immortality will save you? That your massive coven will be enough? You're outnumbered even now."

A few quiet seconds pass, Demetri and Felix exchanged glances, a hint of uncertainty flickering in their eyes. They were used to asserting dominance, but this woman exuded a power they hadn't anticipated. Reluctantly, Demetri spoke up, his tone begrudging. "Carlisle, show the way."

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Rise bros x reader 😤 it's a Yokai party hosted by Sunita where mysterious stranger reader is checking out the turtle, and the turtle is looking back, and theirs tension all night until reader approaches and is super flirty until they inevitably have to leave, and the reader and gives their number and the turtles just like wow that just happened, smitten with this stranger 🙃👍💗💗 love your writing

I couldn’t help but notice you’re staring

summary: the turtles keep catching a stranger stealing glances at them all night

relationship: Rise Leo, Raph, Mikey, Donnie x GN reader (separate)

warnings: nothing really? i’m not even sure this counts as fluff lol

word count: 3186

A/N: the drummer ask hit a special spot in my heart because i was a drummer back in high school and it was the best :’) when i read it i immediately thought of a hidden city party setting, so when i got the yokai party one i thought they’d go perfect together! so i decided to combine them. hope i could make them both justice :D

(english is not my first language. constructive criticism and grammar corrections are very appreciated!)

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After some exciting months at April’s school, Sunita decided to host a big farewell party, since her exchange programme came to an end.

It took place in the Hidden City, and there were humans and yokai guests alike.

The turtles were of course ecstatic that they could be at such a big party. Sunita had even invited a band to play some music later. And thanks to her dad, it was Hueso who was in charge of the catering, so the four brothers were very busy gulping down some of the best food they’d had in a while.

That was until one of them abruptly looked up and around, dismissing the food for a second. He couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched.

🔵 Leo

You were standing on the other side of the hall, the light from the disco ball on the ceiling painting colourful and spinny patterns on the floor. You leaned with your back on the wall, arms crossed, and your eyes watching that turtle with a blue bandana intently. Ever since his group entered the room, there was just something about him that made you focus all of your attention on him.

Leo sat at the table, scanning the crowd with a light squint, until his gaze fell on you. He gulped down the rest of his food at how intensely you were looking at him. The room wasn’t lit all too well but even so he could tell there was this air of confidence around you, he was slightly intimidated. Not to mention that you looked stunning.

Throughout the night, he felt like he was being watched, and every time he turned around, lo and behold, there you were. You could be chatting with your friends, laughing, and just as he turned around, you’d steal a glance at him and shoot him a smile.

When Leo went to the drinks table to get some juice, again he felt like he was being watched. As inconspicuous as he could, he turned around again, and a couple tables farther back, you were helping yourself to the donuts, and again you shot a glance his way.

It was driving him insane, to be honest. It was clearly an invitation to go talk to you, but for some reason, just the thought of approaching you made him super nervous.

Just as he finally gathered enough courage to make his way to you, he couldn't find you anywhere. He went to Mikey to ask him if he had seen you, but suddenly the lights were turned off.

One single spotlight showed someone on the stage, presenting the band. The crowd cheered, and Leo decided to enjoy the music, since he wouldn't be able to find you in the darkness either way.

The curtains opened to reveal a band of four, which apparently consisted of both yokai and humans, as far as he could tell. All members were wearing masks so he wasn’t entirely sure.

“One, two, three, four!” the drummer counted, hitting the drum sticks to mark the tempo, and the band started jamming. The crowd cheered and clapped; they were really good.

Leo was enjoying the music, when he noticed something strangely familiar about the drummer. The way they moved, it was so full of grace and passion; he couldn't help but be quite mesmerised at the sight.

After a couple of songs, the announcer said they’d be taking a break but coming back up later. Just as the curtains were closing, the drummer faced the crowd one last time, both drum sticks in one hand, and pointed at them. For everyone else it probably seemed like they were just pointing at the crowd in general, thanking them for being a good audience, but Leo knew they were pointing at him. And that’s when he recognised your jacket; you’re the one who had been looking at him all night, driving him crazy.

He went by the stage and waited for the band members to come out. You came out last, still with your mask on. Upon seeing him wait for you at the door, you took off the garment hiding your face.

“Hey Blue” you greeted the turtle in a sing-song voice. Leo was caught completely off-guard, you looked even better up close.

“So…” he started. “I’ve kinda been feeling eyes boring into the back of my head all night and was wondering what that was about.” He gave you his signature smirk, trying to seem unphased.

“Can you blame me? It’s not every day I come across a handsome turtle like yourself.”

Leo’s heart skipped a beat. Had he finally met someone to keep up with his banter? Just as he was to retort, the other band members called for you.

“Look, I’d love to catch up, but I gotta go. Here” you took a pen and a piece of paper out of your pockets and scribbled something on it. “Why don’t we meet after the second part of the show? Would love to get to know you better.” You winked at him, pressing the paper into his hands.

Before Leo could even answer, you were gone. He blinked twice, trying to understand what just happened. Looking at the paper in his hand, he saw a phone number and your name with a little heart next to it.

Well, this night just got a lot more interesting, he smiled to himself, already typing the number into his phone.

🔴 Raph

Looking around the crowd, Raph scanned the room with his eyes, until his gaze connected with yours.

You were sitting a couple of tables farther back, laughing at something your friend said, but you were looking at him. Or maybe just in his general direction? Raph shook off the paranoid feeling from before, and resumed to enjoy his food.

A couple of minutes later though, he felt the same again. Looking up from his plate, he looked in your direction once more, and there you were, head propped on your elbow, looking at him. With your other hand, you gave him a little wave. Your friends stole some glances his way as well and giggled, and you joined them.

Were you messing with him? You were pretty cute though. What was even happening.

Raph was very confused, to say the least.

Throughout the night, whenever he felt like he was being watched, somewhere nearby you were stealing glances at him, shooting him smiles, waves, and- was that a wink? Raph’s brain short-circuited. Just as Mikey was shaking him by the shoulders, asking what was wrong, the lights shut off to show the announcer on the stage.

When the curtains lifted, he immediately recognised you sitting at the drums. Mainly because you shot him another of your smiles, which by now he realised he actively seeked out.

He had thought you were cute before, but seeing you now jamming out to the music, being so fierce and intense, for some reason it added even another layer of cuteness in his eyes.

As the band finished playing their last song, as the announcer said, the crowd started cheering, asking for one more jam. The band members looked at each other and agreed. The audience cheered and clapped.

Just as they were getting into position to start one last song, the drummer called the singer to them, and whispered something in their ear.

“This one goes out to Big Red!” the singer said into the mic, and then they started playing.

Mikey, who was standing next to Raph, elbowed his side, wiggling his eyebrows at him.

“Stop it” Raph brushed his brother off, but blushed nonetheless. He hoped you weren’t able to see it from the stage (you did).

After the band was done playing, he tried to come up with a plan. He really wanted to talk to you, but how? When he asked Mikey, he got some advice from Dr. Feelings, which wasn’t all too practical to be honest. So he took a deep breath and decided to just go and talk to you normally.

He was nervous and a bit stiff, but he quickly found you in the crowd, talking to some fans, apparently. The other people scattered just as he stood in front of you, towering over you unintentionally. You didn’t seem the least bit scared though.

“Did you like that last song, Red?” you asked, looking up at him, batting your eyes.

“S-Sure did!” he sheepishly scratched the back of his neck. “You were really good on the drums.”

“Most important member of the team! I carry the others on my back…” you proudly said, pointing at your shoulders with both thumbs. “…so they can shine.”

“Yeah, I know that feeling” Raph said softly, thinking about how he wanted to support his brothers for them to reach their full potential.

“So…” he started again, looking away. “You’ve been kinda looking at me all night. Was there something you wanted to say?”

You smiled mischievously at him, taking out a folded piece of paper out of your pocket.

“There’s a lot I want to say but this isn’t the place. Why don’t we catch up later, Red?” you placed the paper in his hand, your touch lingering just a second longer than necessary, and left to reunite with your band.

Raph opened the paper in his hand to reveal your number and name. He clenched his fist with the paper in a feeling of success.

Like a boss, he complimented himself.

🟠 Mikey

Scanning the crowd with a “hmm”, he rubbed his chin and let his eyes wander over the people. His gaze stopped when it connected to someone else’s eyes.

Noticing that he had seen you, you smiled at him and gave him a little wave.

Mikey’s heart did a somersault. The way you were looking at him like he was a snack… Oh mi gosh, he thought to himself, and brought his focus back to his brothers and the food.

“What’s wrong, Mikey?” Raph asked, concerned. “Your face is super red.”

“Nothing!!” Mikey retorted. “Everything’s cool.”

“Right…”

Just as he was forgetting about you, once again immersed in the debate with Donnie about the best Hidden City pizza toppings, Leo elbowed his side.

“Bro” Leo said, almost in disbelief. “I think that person over there is checking you out.”

Mikey’s eyes followed to where Leo was pointing, and indeed he was right. There you sat, just a couple tables over, giving him a once over with a smile. You were clearly not trying to hide it.

Mikey’s face went red once more, and he turned around to avoid your gaze.

“Aw, baby brother. They grow up so fast.” Raph cooed. “Why don’t you go talk to them?”

“Isn’t the band about to play?” the orange turtle diverted the topic. “Let’s get closer to the stage!”

His brothers shared an amused look but agreed, and made their way to join the audience, already eagerly waiting.

As the announcer was on stage, Mikey looked around trying to find you in the crowd, but to no avail: you were nowhere to be seen. He wasn’t sure if he felt relieved or a bit disappointed.

The curtains lifted and the band stood in position to play. All members were wearing masks, and Mikey couldn't recognise anyone.

Their music was really good, and Mikey jammed out, playing air guitar and everything. The band played a couple of covers of well known songs as well, and he sang along to the lyrics he knew. When they were done, he was pretty out of breath, and cheered along with the rest of the crowd.

Just as the band was leaving the stage to take a break, the drummer lifted up the mask slightly, and made eye contact with Mikey, who was standing pretty close to the stage by now. Recognising that it was you from before, Mikey gave a shy wave, and you winked at him, leaving him a blushing mess yet again.

Leo was poking fun at him, when he saw you approach them from behind Mikey, and with one last jab of his elbow he left, calling a “Good luck~” over his shoulders.

Mikey tilted his head in confusion, but turned around when he felt a tap on his shoulder. He came face to face with you, and blushed for the upteenth time that night.

Cute, you thought.

“So, rocker boy, I take it you enjoyed the music?” you asked, imitating his air guitar from earlier.

“Yeah, I did! You guys were great” he replied earnestly.

“Have you ever played a real guitar?” you asked, looking him up and down once more.

“Not really, I don’t play any instrument actually” Mikey said, avoiding your gaze and scratching his cheek in thought. Then his eyes found yours again. “But if I had to choose I think I’d go with the drums. They’re the coolest, if you ask me.”

“Well, you know I’ll agree to that!” you laughed. “Good thing I used this then and not the guitar or bass” you said, giving him your drumsticks.

“Wha-“ Mikey started but you cut him off, placing your other hand on his chest. “Just consider them a souvenir.”

You took a couple steps back, holding one fist to the side of your face, thumb and pinky finger stretched out, and mouthed ‘Call me’. Then you turned on your heels and joined your band members.

Mikey was left quite flabbergasted. What just happened?, he kept repeating in his head. That was until he looked at the drumsticks in his hands and noticed that you had written your name on one and your number on the other.

Maybe he’d ask you for some drumming lessons, after all.

🟣 Donnie

Donnie finished chewing the last bit of food he had in his mouth, scanning the crowd with a grumble. He was about to use his goggles, when his gaze fell on yours.

You were not too far away, pouring yourself a drink, but didn’t break eye contact with him. You merely smiled at him, bringing the drink to your lips and taking a sip, then turned around and joined your group of friends.

Donnie brushed it off as probably being in your line of sight for someone behind him, and brought his attention back to the food and the shenanigans of his brothers.

The whole night he kept feeling like he was being watched though. Every time he turned around, you were somewhere nearby, stealing glances at him. It was getting on his nerves. If you wanted something, why not just talk to him?

It must be the bad boy persona, he reasoned with himself. They’re clearly intimated but can’t keep their eyes from me, understandable.

After coming to that conclusion, he found himself actively seeking you out, trying to get your eyes to meet his, and give you a smug grin. You responded with a little wave and a smile every time. Lingering looks and shy smiles went back and forth, except for this time, when he was once again trying to be nonchalant about it, but it was obvious he was looking for you. So when he once again smiled and gave a little wave of his own, you looked him up and done once, smiled, but then bit your bottom lip. That took him off-guard. Had you been flirting this whole time? He just wanted to follow your little game. Wait, what-

The lights were shut off, and the announcer stood on the stage, presenting the band for the night. All four of them had masks on, making them hard to recognise or even tell apart.

Donnie however didn’t get too much about the first songs since in his brain he was running every possible scenario and calculation on what had happened, how it happened, and what to do the next time he’d catch you looking at him. Had he even caught you? Or did you let yourself be caught? Or was it actually him getting caught for looking at you?

He only came back to reality with an elbow jab from Leo, giving him a smug look, as the singer had just announced that the drummer wanted the next song to go out to “Handsome Purple”.

The show was over all too soon, before Donnie could formulate a solid plan in his head, and the crowd started to scatter after cheering.

He went to look for April; she was his best shot at making some sense out of this whole situation.

Just as he was about to take a step in her direction, he felt a tap on his shoulder. Thinking it was Leo again to make fun of him, he turned around with an unamused look. When he saw you, he was just surprised.

“Ah, the drummer” he said, seeing as you were holding your drumsticks in your hand.

“Did you enjoy the show?” you asked amused, since he clearly hadn’t recognised you.

“Yes, it’s not what I usually listen to but it was a nice change of pace. Could use some synthetiser though…” He added that last part under his breath.

“Is that so, Purple?” you asked and took off your mask. Donnie gasped in surprise.

“You…!” Pointing at you with an accusing finger, he tried to come up with something to say. “All night, you’ve been terrorising me, and…” His mouth opened and closed several times, but nothing else came out. You just laughed, not to make fun of him, but because you were amused by his reaction. Placing your hand on his, you pulled it down so he wasn’t pointing at you anymore. You didn’t remove your hand from his however.

“Me?” you asked, feigning innocence. “I’m pretty sure by the end it was you who was looking for me, hm?” You quirked one eyebrow up at him. “Guess you couldn’t keep your eyes off me, huh?”

“Scoff!” Donnie said and placed his other hand on his hip. The one you were holding he didn’t move to pull away. “It was you who started. Clearly it was you who couldn’t keep your eyes off all of this.” He gestured at himself. “And apparently your hands neither.” He smirked.

“Ah, you got me” you smiled at him. “Let me make it up to you, here.” You took out your phone, opening your contact list and adding a new one. For the name you wrote ‘Handsome Purple’.

“Care to share your digits? You strike me as a numbers person.” you asked him. Donnie said that you were indeed right, with a triumphant smile, and gave you his number.

Saving the contact, you put your phone away and said your goodbyes, since you had to meet up with your band for the next part.

“Ah, wait!” Donnie called when you were a couple of steps away. “I’m Donatello by the way, most call me Donnie. I didn’t catch your name?”

“My name is Y/n” you retorted and once again gave him a once over with mischievous eyes. “But you can call me whatever you like.”

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t-nd-rfoot · 1 year

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Hi can I please get the 7th prompt from forbidden love w/ either bob or Mickey? Ty!

BEFORE YOU DO aka The Best Man For You

The most important decision should be made at your wedding, not before it.

Summary Mickey asks you to choose between your head and your heart the day before you get married

Pairing Mickey Garcia x engaged!reader

Theme angst

Warning/s reader is engaged to someone else; mentions of cheating; mentions of toxic relationship; emotional cheating?; conflicted feelings; prompt altered to fit dialogue

Word Count 701

Note Hi, Anon! Sorry huhu there was no specified list between the two forbidden love prompt lists so I just chose 😬 Also, sorry if I made you wait for this, I was literally halfway through my first draft when I realized the prompt wouldn't work with it 🙃 nevertheless, I hope you enjoy it and thank you for requesting!

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“Don’t marry him.”

Your eyes shifted across the mirror and found Mickey—your fiancé’s best man—locking the bathroom door behind him and rushing over to you.

“Mickey, what are you—”

You were suddenly wrapped in Mickey’s arms, forehead resting on yours, hands cradling your cheeks.

“Don’t marry him. Please, please, please don’t marry him,” he whispered and begged, “you know he’s not right for you, and you know how I feel about you, and I know deep inside of you, you feel the same way.”

Guilt and longing battled inside you.

It pained you to know that Mickey tugged on your heartstrings more than your fiancé did. He was a good man, you kept trying to convince yourself. He provided for you just like any dutiful partner would. He greeted you with a kiss every morning and night—sometimes, he’ll even look up from his phone as he did so. He always asked you how your day went—before he locked himself up in his study. He showered you jewelry and flowers—only once, you saw someone else’s name on the card. He is a good man, you kept trying to convince yourself, in front of everyone else. And that’s what matters.

But then there was Mickey. It always confused you how he and your husband were related because they were polar opposites. Your fiancé was a talker; he was a listener. Your fiancé was stubborn; he was adventurous. Your fiancé was extravagant; he was simple. But Mickey was also the closest thing your fiancé had for a brother, so you maintained a boundary. And while the two of you have kept things platonic for the most part, you couldn’t help but notice all the subtle comments and gestures that said otherwise.

And little did you know how it hurt him to see your cousin dangle you like a little accessory: nice to show off to everyone only to take you off and stow you away until he needed to use you again. How you had to ask for his opinions on the wedding plans because his cousin couldn’t care less, only wanting to ‘lock you down.’

“I leave for base the day after tomorrow. If we leave now, we have time to get your things ready so you could come with me. We’ll never have to leave each other again.”

“Mick…” Tears welled in your eyes. Not just because your emotions were flooding, but because he was right. You constantly tried to put out the flame you held for him, but you couldn’t deny anymore to yourself that there was always something there. But how would it look to his family—to your fiancé—if you up and left him for his cousin at your dress rehearsal?

Your hands fell from his arms as you shook your head. You wanted this too, but there was too much at stake, and you weren’t sure if you were ready to face the consequences.

“We can’t—”

“No, sweetheart. You can’t.” He didn’t even want you to finish that sentence, not ready to accept your decision to push through with the wedding that isn’t meant to be. “I’ve been wearing my heart on my sleeve for you, and you…throw it away. Every time, you choose him, and I don’t know how much more I can take.” His voice strained of the emotional exhaustion he’s put himself through to do this.

“I’m sorry,” he said, trying to calm down, “but please, please. I promise you, if you do, you won’t ever regret it. Or I’ll be gone. Forever.”

You knew he wasn’t just talking about his deployment anymore. If you pushed through with this wedding, whatever was happening between you can’t go on.

“I…” You couldn’t find the words.

He could sense the wave of emotions inside you. So instead of demanding an answer, he held on tightly to what little patience he had left and kissed your forehead, as though that might soften the battle between your mind and heart.

“We still have time. If you want this, meet me by the fountain outside. I’ll be waiting for you.”

And just as quickly as he came in, he left, waiting for you to make the biggest decision of your life.

Disclaimer I do not own Top Gun: Maverick or any of its characters. Please do not copy my work or translate without my permission.

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outro-jo · 9 months

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Royal Reunion

pairing: best friend prince bang chan (chris) x gn royal reader

type: imagine

warnings: none i don’t think, my writing is probably annoying bc i went a little too fluffy 🙃😂

a/n: i wanted to post this when i had part 2 done and tbh i might not even do a part 2. idk what to call this but just know that i hate the title too

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“his eyes—no, his smile!”

a face you’ve seen since you were a child and you can’t seem to decide on your favorite feature. thankfully the owner wasn’t inquiring.

“oh, pick something already!” your younger sister groaned.

she had piled into your bed chambers with you while the lightning struck and thunder cracked outside. the poor thing was deathly afraid of storms and you being the protective older sibling must help. it was not only your sibling duty but will eventually be a sworn duty as future ruler, though your tasks would be much more important.

“it’s just so hard because he has the best smile but when i was with him before he had flecks of gold in his dark eyes that reflected with the sun.” you swoon and zone out until a pillow was launched at your head. “hey!”

the thunder outside wanted a word as it shattered once more, sending your baby sister jumping into your arms. you held her tight and close to your chest, resting your head on hers, stroking the soft ringlets of hair.

“do you think he likes you, too?” she asked softly as silence fell on the room once more.

you leaned up and looked down at her, “i’m not sure, little one. i hope he does.” you chewed the inside of your lip in thought.

it had been been quite a few years since you last saw the boy. well, he was a boy then and surely would be a man by now. his own family in the kingdom to the south was no doubt preparing him to begin his reign as king. you smiled at the thought, knowing he would be the best king.

you remember fondly visiting his kingdom once when you were 11. he showed you how to sneak out by the stables and go into town to see the village. it was the first time you had ever seen a bustling town and been able to enjoy it rather than being escorted from place to place to fulfill your schedules. the young prince took you to the market, showing you all kinds of food being made and trinkets being sold, including the bracelet on your wrist with his initial hidden on the inside of the band.

the next morning, you stood in the foyer fidgeting with the very bracelet on your wrist as you anxiously awaited his arrival. you could hardly sleep a wink the night before and it wasn’t the storm keeping you up or the continuing question from the youngest of the family. your mind kept racing all night thinking of him.

would he still care for you? is he still handsome? could you still have fun and run about like children or has time and propriety come to serve as a new master to make things awkward between the two of you?

the incessant, plaguing thoughts were interrupted by a carriage rumbling down the gravel drive.

“THEY’RE HERE! THEY’RE HERE!” you sister cried out and took off to greet them.

“darling!” your mother called to reign her in. “i know you’re excited but let’s not bombard our guests as they arrive.” she held the young girl into her side but she couldn’t contain her for long and it didn’t matter anyways.

the young girl’s best friend of the same age bolted from the carriage before the major domo could even open it and announce their arrival. the girls squealed and embraced each other as the remaining passengers got out one by one to greet their corresponding friend. you waited patiently and smiled as each pair embraced in their own way. the anticipation was killing you though there weren’t many people in the transport. it still seemed to feel like an eternity.

finally you looked up and a head of dark curls poked out of the carriage before the young man stepped out with a crunch to the earth below. the breath your lungs desperately tried to force out got caught along the journey and it all at once felt like the world moved in slow motion.

it was definitely his smile with those dimples.

no, had to be his sparkling eyes.

while your brain began the back and forth, he was approaching you. you suddenly became more worried about what to say. was this real? maybe you were still asleep.

“y/n!”

better than a dream.

“chris! hi!”

though everyone around you had fallen into their familial exchanges, forgoing the air of pompous and stature, chris maintained his composure while somehow radiating a warmth. he bowed his head and sunk down slightly in a bow which you returned graciously. the hoard of newly reunited friends made their way into the large home and began refreshing each other on their lives now. you were the last to enter, or so you thought. a hand caught yours as the others continued unaware as your shot back to the dark eyes that sparkled with mischief. he held a finger to his smiling lips and led you of to the side quickly, leading through the side way to the garden.

though it had been years since chris had graced the halls with his presence, he knew the property like the back of his hand. every room, hall, and inch of marble floor was etched into his memory and he knew exactly where he wanted to take you.

with your hand laced in his, he led you through the green hedge maze in the garden to get blissfully lost in the shrubbery and blossoming flowers. you followed behind, breathless not from the exertion but from the way you heard raced from the moment he took your hand. when he could no longer contain himself, chris stopped in the heart of the labyrinth and took you by the shoulders. he smiled brightly at your wild appearance. your eyes wide in wonder and hair that was neatly tucked back, now loose and flowing in the soft wind. chris couldn’t help himself and he rested a hand at your jaw before leaning in to kiss you softly. your feet suddenly left the ground and colors swirled behind your closed eyes. all too soon his warm, soft lips left yours before you could even realize with your lids still fallen and kiss still reaching for his. the sound of chris’s fond chuckle set your feet back on earth again.

“i missed you.” he confessed softly. “was so worried before coming here that you wouldn’t feel the same or that it had been too long.”

you shook your head frantically. “i worried the same about you.”

his smile grew wider and you could see the visible relief in his shoulders as they fell. chris took this opportunity to look at you the way he longed to when he was away, sending a silent thanks up the helios for casting such a stunning golden hue on your features. his dark irises drinking in every inch of sun-kissed skin before him. he wanted to memorize the way he knew this palace, the way he knew the laws of his kingdom, the way he knew how fast his heart could race your presence.

the questions that plagued you before finally all had their answers. clearly, you two could run around like children and he was more handsome than ever, and most importantly, he probably cared for you more than he ever had. seeing your chris again had you absolutely in the clouds and you were certain that you never wanted to come down.

voice overlapping from the palace broke your trance and the pair of you shot a glance to look before taking off hand in hand again. once more, you raced through the maze until you came out to the other end and were met with your old faithful oak tree. chris led you to the aged wooden swing held up by the old, sturdy rope as he began to push you into the air. as chris pushes you back and forth, you take this opportunity alone to catch up with each other.

being the ones in line for the throne came with an immense pressure, one that you both took incredibly seriously. for chris, he wanted to chance to prove himself. he wanted to care for his people and lead them well. however his biggest reason for accepting such a daunting role was because it meant his little brother wouldn’t have to carry such a burden. chris would do anything to make his siblings life as easy a life as possible.

for you, the title of ruler was never one you were entirely thrilled about. the expectations placed on you were confining and usually held you to an impossible standard you constantly felt you were just short of. it meant being a disappointment and very rarely being allowed to be yourself and do the things you wished. you remember the sinking feeling when your siblings were free to run around the garden while you sat at a table with the arduous task of pleasing an irritable tutor. however, it was the love of your kingdom and the people that kept you on the treacherous path you were destined to.

having this in common meant both you and chris understood each other in ways that very few could. the two of you allowed a freedom with each other that was more rare and precious than any material possession. this freedom made way for a love to bloom where so often a love isn’t even allowed. the stories of monarchs past haunted you, where your ancestors entered a marriage of politics or good breeding rather than affections that were frequently neglected. you wanted to step out of the shadows of the past to live a live where you could express your affections freely and have the returned. that’s where chris came in.

the sun began to return to its resting place, painting the skies with reds, oranges, and pinks to welcome the arrival of the solemn moon. chris opened up to you about the struggles he had faced over the last years in his solitude that mirrored your own challenges of late. though he shared, he never complained which was more than you could say but chris always appreciated your honesty and opinions. the conversation continued well until the stars came out and the two of you had moved to lay in the tall grass. your head rested on his arm, bodies laid pressed to each other and your hands meeting in the middle to lace in and out of one another. neither of you cared for the dinner bell that was called or the voices that cried out in the dusk beckoning your return. finally after your lady-in-waiting had come to collect you, chris agreed it was time to retire for the night.

a small ache began to form in your chest as you would have to spend the night without him but the excitement of seeing him with the return of dawn was enough to stave you off until your next meeting. you said your goodbyes by candlelight and chris gave his parting with a tender kiss to the back of your hand. you walked back to your room with the same hand held to your chest and a lovesick grin on your face. your eyes closed that night and the last images that replayed in your mind were of his sparking eyes and his perfect smile.

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cyb3rscoups · 1 year

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Pretty Woman Attoye AU

Watched pretty woman last night and can not believe i forgot how good it is. There will be a part 2 and maybe 3. Enjoy love 🙃

NSFW MDNI 18+

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She should’ve worn stockings atleast but sneaking out of her apartment to avoid the landlord had been the only occupying her brain when she escaped down the fire escape. It was 45 degrees, windy, and not the ideal night to try and make her rent. But as always, Okoye had no choice.

“I’m fucking freezing.” She grumbled at Nakia as she shivered in her faux fur, her heeled boots shuffling along the graveled sidewalk.

“You wanted to be out here all late.” Nakia lit a cigarette with a scoff. “Not my problem.”

“But it sure is your fault. Had you not smoked our money away I wouldn’t have be here! We live in California for fuck sake so when has it ever been this cold!”

Nakia sucked her teeth, letting the cig rest between her lips as she picked at her afro. “You know you’re really uptight lately, Ko. Chill the fuck out. You’re hot as fuck and if you got rid of that tired ass dress, you’d make twice the rent in 20 minutes.”

Okoye crossed her arms over her chest, scaling a look down her attire. “Fuck is wrong with my dress?”

“Nothing…if you a 1997 hooker.” Nakia chuckled, picking at the loose fabric of the mini dress; black, lacy, and barely covering anything past her ass. “How long you had this thing huh?”

“Go to hell.” Okoye rolled her eyes and turned back to the street, twirling a strand of hair around her finger as she did.

It was so grimy on the boulevard. Okoye often found herself itching to get past the streets that made up her life. Whenever she tried, there seemed to be an inevitable force that pulled her back and pushed her flat on her ass.

“I mean-“ Okoye cringed at the drunk group of boys that whistled at her as they passed. “Don’t you want to get out of here one day?”

“Here we go..” Nakia took a hit and slumped against a traffic light pole. “Get out of where Okoye!? Where would we go worth anything?!”

The woman huffed as she opened her mouth to speak again but was abruptly cut off by a roaring engine coming to a stop, right where she was standing.

She peered down at the car, pitch black and windows tinted the darkest they could go. Way too expensive a car for the person to live around here.

Tentatively, she walked up to the window, tapping on the glass softly.

It rolled down only half way, revealing a man, looking quite distressed and disheveled. In need of some help she presumed.

“You lost, baby?” Okoye softened her voice as she took her estimate of the man. He wore a suit, his hair back into a ponytail and his cologne seeping out, invading her nostrils. Obviously, he knew how to spend a dime based on the car alone. He was a goldmine.

“Uh- yeah.” The lost one tried his best to keep eye contact with Okoye as her breasts nearly spilled from her bra. “How do I get to Beverly Hills?”

“Oh I can show you. Let the window down some more.” Her red lips parted revealing the smile that seduced and tempted many before him.

“I won’t be doing that. Just point me in the right direction? My phone is dead and this gps is sending me into circles.” He huffed.

Okoye shared a glance with Nakia, who watched the interaction with a smirk on her lips.

“Fine. I’ll show you for five bucks.” She offered.

“No-“

“Price just went up to ten.” Okoye sucked her teeth and the man scoffed.

She leaned her body quite comfortably on the car, running her hand across the roof in awe as she waited his answer.

With a groan and a roll of his eyes, “20 bucks.”

Nakia let out a snicker and Okoye ducked her head to the window again. “For 20, I’ll show you step by step.”

She tugged on the passenger handle and invited herself into the vehicle where her body was enveloped in heat and she let out a soft moan, barely noticeable to the man beside her.

“Here.” He pulled a 20 out of his pocket and Okoye made a show of stuffing it into her bra, adjusting her cleavage extensively.

“Turn right on this corner.”

Okoye reached to rest her hand on the nape of his neck but he flinched away rather harshly. Sensitive much, she thought.

“Look I really just need directions.”

“And I’m giving them to you. Besides, you haven’t paid me nearly enough to really get up to something. Make a left here.”

He was tan, strong features and a hint of stubble growing on his chin. The look of concentration on his face made her gush with arousal. Fuck rent, she’d let him hit for free.

The way he shifted in the chair, squaring his shoulders and adjusting his position at least every 30 seconds. His head grazed the ceiling of the vehicle, roughing up his ponytail just a bit.

“This isn’t your car.” Okoye chuckled at how uncomfortable he seemed in it. His brows furrowed as he glanced at her.

“No. It’s not. It’s a friend’s.”

“You still rich like him though?”

A smile tugged at the corner of his lips. “You really are all about the money huh?”

“You come from where I do and you gotta be.”

A moment of silence as he recognized the gap between them. Here he was, waltzing out of his own party, pissy about a breakup and she was fighting for her life on the streets, selling her body just to live.

“What’s your name?” He asked curiously, his thighs flexing when she grazed her nails over the one closest to her, teasing.

“What do you want it to be?” She smirked.

“Seriously?”

“Well if you’re not gonna fuck me, I could at least have some fun right?”

He approached a red light, taking the idle state of the car to give her a disbelieving look. Okoye sucked her teeth, removing her hand from his space again.

“Ko-ko.”

“No. Its not.” He squinted his eyes as the light changed.

“How you gonna tell me what my name is?” She grew rather irritated of his arrogance.

“What’s the name on your lease, your fucking taxes? What’s the name your parents called you growing up?”

“Bold of you to assume I have parents anymore.”

Another awkward wedge between them and a tense silence as she told him to turn again.

Okoye chewed on her lip as the neighborhood got nicer and the people walking the streets started to reduce. It never really occurred to her that rich people preferred the daytime. “Okoye. You?”

“Attuma.”

“Where the hell does that come from?”

“Don’t know. I don’t think it fits me anyway.”

The car squealed to a stop in front of the hotel he stayed. Shifting the gear in park with a soft sigh, he looked her over. Her legs were crossed as her foot tapped nervously against the floor.

“You’ll be okay?”

“Mhmm.” She spared him a small smile.

“Catch a taxi back to your place?”

“Well, back to the corner at least. You only gave me 20 bucks after all.” She opened her door, stepping out into the cool air again with a groan.

A bittersweet departure it would be and she would only get away with enough money to catch a ride back to the gutter. She almost felt pitiful.

Attuma stepped out of the car as well, a valet eagerly grabbing the keys from his hands.

“How much do you make a night? On average.” He prompted

“100 an hour..” Okoye shrugged, taking her phone out of her pocket.

Attuma couldn’t believe the wave of sympathy that came over him. God, just look at her. Skimpy thin material barely covering the expanse of her legs, her boots worn down and she was still shivering in her excuse for a coat.

“How much for you to stay the whole night…in the hotel?”

“With you? Yeah right. I think I’ll save myself the humiliation.” She scoffed, turning her attention back to her device. Maybe she could walk.

“We can go through the back?”

“Even worse.” Okoye scoffed, sending a quick text to Nakia and letting her know there will be updates. “400 dollars the whole night. You give me that coat to wear so the fact that I’m a whore won’t be obvious.”

With a nod, Attuma shrugged his coat off, draping it over her shoulders. She slid her arms through and tied it to her waist, snickering at how large it was compared to her.

“You are quite the man, Attuma.”

“You have no idea.”

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His room, the penthouse, was unlike anything she had seen before. It was clean, there was room to breathe. Most of all it was huge and easily costed more than she could dream.

Attuma watched as she explored every inch of the room, laughing as she insisted on inspecting the corners for rat holes just so she could point out a flaw.

“Champagne?” He held up the bottle of bubbly liquid and a bowl of strawberries.

“Allergic to strawberries, don’t drink on the job.”

“You’re not on the job yet.” Attuma popped the bottle anyway, dumping the bowl of strawberries to the trash. He filled two glasses as she shedded her shoes and coat, just left in her dress hiking up her thighs as she sat on the bed, legs crossed.

“Here.” He handed her a glass. She took it cautiously, inspecting the liquid with a keen eye.

Attuma sipped at his glass and Okoye sat with hers.

“I appreciate this whole seduction thing you got going on but trust me, you put that money right between my tits and I’m a sure thing. What size condom you wear?”

Attuma couldn’t help but laugh as he set his glass down. He tugged at his ponytail, finally letting his hair free to fall where it felt. He loosened his tie and dropped his jacket, not breaking the eye contact with the Okoye.

“How about we talk a little bit more?” He popped the buttons to his sleeves, rolling them up to his forearms.

“When do I get my money?”

“Okoye-“

“Uh Uh. You can’t do that. It ain’t right!” Okoye shot up from the bed, resting her hands to her hips.

“I have to pay you to talk to me before you try to hop on my dick?”

“Yes. You paying for the whole night and trust me Mr. man I meant the whole night. Talking and sappy shit included.”

Okoye held her hand out to him as they stood chest to chest. He smelt so good she could just melt. Attuma scoffed, picking up his jacket and going for his wallet.

He pulled out four crisp hundreds, straight out the bank. Okoye beamed, crumpling the money and stuffing it into the side of her bra.

“What do you want to know?”

“Where are you from?” He leaned forward, taking in her faint vanilla scent.

“Oh for fuck sake.” She rolled her eyes, plopping her ass back onto the bed with a bounce.

“No don’t act like that. I paid you. Talk.”

“Brooklyn.”

“How long in California?”

“Long enough. What do you do to get this rich?” Okoye fired back.

“I’m asking the questions.”

“I have a feeling you do that a lot. Stay in control. You like being in control…daddy?”

“Stop.” Attuma crossed his arms across his chest, his muscles bulging as he flexed them sub consciously

“Why? Is it working?”

“Okoye-“

“Quit saying my name like that!”

“Like what?”

“Like I’m in trouble or something. You say it right or you don’t say it at all!”

Attuma took a breath. Did he have to pick up such a difficult woman. “Alright. I’m sorry. I-I just don’t do this.”

“Take directions from prostitutes and take them back to your hotel for the night.”

“Exactly.”

“There’s a first for everything. Just like this is the first time I actually want to suck a customer off and he won’t let me.”

“You really want to?”

“So badly.”

Attuma made work on his belt and pants, dropping them to his ankles as his hard on peeked past his boxers.

“Well isn’t that just delicious.” She smiled and dropped to her knees, crawling up to him and gripping the length through his boxers.

“I think I hit the jackpot.” She giggled, tugging down on the elastic. “Now, don’t pull too hard on my hair.”

“Got it.”

She made quick work to cover him in her smeared lipstick and saliva as she kissed down his expanse. A moan left her lips as she captured his tip, sucking softly.

Okoye could feel his body tense when she took him deeper, nose nuzzling against his pelvis as she rested there. He hadn’t grabbed her yet, resorting to clenching his fists at his side for the moment.

“Shiiit.” He groaned as she swallowed around him, her hands resting on his thighs to ground herself.

Bobbing her head up and down, she hollowed her cheeks and stroked what she couldn’t reach. Spit dribbling down from her lips and makeup smearing his cock from tip to base.

Sloppy and wet sounds filled the hotel room as Okoye found joy in sucking him to climax

She moan softly around him sending a vibration through his bones and making his knees weak. Finally, Attuma reached for her head, forcing her down until she gagged and sputtered around him. His moan was loud and pornographic. Okoye squeezed her thighs together as another pool of arousal warmed her belly.

Never had she gotten the chance with someone so sexy let alone just as rich. It made her pussy throb with need because if his ability in bed matched his wallet, she was fucked.

“Fuuck…God where do you learn this stuff?” Attuma grunted, his grip on his head tightening with every soft whine that left her lips

Okoye focusing her attention on his tip, red and leaking with precum.

She sucked him hard as her hands covered the rest. His stomach caved in and he braced his hands on the table beside him.

“Holyyy fuuck! You gonna make me cum!” His eyes screwed shut as a vein popped from his neck.

She let him up with a pop and a smile. “Give it to me daddy..” Not a another word before he covered her face in the thick white substance. She stroked him lazily to the end, smearing his seed across her lips for a taste.

He slumped against the table as his chest heaved. Okoye giggled. “Come on, let’s get it up again.”

“No..do not touch me you demon.”

“Don’t tell me you’re tapping out already, Mr. man.” She rose to her feet and pulled her dress off.

“Look, It’s been a while.” Attuma opened his eyes to find spots in his vision.

“How long of a while?” Okoye wrapped her arms around his torso and pressed her self against him. He grunted at the contact, holding his hands up in surrender.

“Years. Alright?”

“No one to do it with?”

“No I’ve been busy.”

The woman sighed, letting him go reluctantly. He tugged his pants back up as he relished in how light he felt.

“Hm.” Okoye pulled her dress back over her body and went to retrieve her shoes.

“You can still stay the night.” He offered, letting himself plop onto the bed.

“So you can leave me horny and empty. No thanks.” She shrugged her coat back on and adjusted her hair.

“Stay Okoye! Do not walk out that door.”

Okoye rolled her eyes. Her mind was telling her to go. Take the money and get the fuck out of here right now. But the bed..had she ever slept on something so comfortable and soft?

“Let me use your tub in the morning.”

“Okay.”

#attuma #attoye #alex livinalli #attoye fanfic #black panther #attuma x okoye #danai gurira #wakanda forever #mcu okoye #okoye x attuma #attoye smut #pretty woman #attoye fluff #ceo attuma #attuma smut #okoye smut

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chrisevansonly · 10 months

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Doctors Orders? (harry’s angel au)

pairing: harry styles x female reader (angel)

summary: listening is very hard, but when you’re only listening to doctors orders….who says you’re doing anything wrong?

warnings: none<3

a/n: slowly getting my writing groove back thank the lord🙃

Technically you weren’t doing anything too horrible, just sneaking behind Harry’s back to surprise him on tour in Germany. Yes you thought you had to wait until July 2nd but you’d just gotten word it would be okay to travel, as long as you made sure to take it easy and get lots of rest. You can’t remember a time you packed faster in your entire life, Gemma and Anne both in smiling as they saw your demeanour do a complete change from the past few days.

Instead of flying economy, Jeff had gotten into contact with you and sent a jet to pick you up, that way you could be comfortable and arrive in Düsseldorf quicker than a commercial flight. There were, in all honesty, few ways this surprise could go. Harry could be slightly upset with you because you hadn’t told him you were cleared to travel, or he could be so happy to see you that he didn’t ask any questions: the more you thought about it, the second option seemed less likely.

When the chauffeured car pulled up to the venue, you thank your driver, your bigger luggage already being sent to Harry’s hotel, all you had with you was your outfit for the show, and a small cross body bag with your wallet, ID and anything else you figured you may need.

“Here goes nothing little bee”

Smiling at the few flutters of kicks against your belly you made your way to the stadium, having no issues getting in with your pass you carried with you at all times. The instrumental to fine line filling the space around you as you walked towards where you’d find Harry. Of course you stopped to say hello to Jeff and Madi as they spoke near the steps to head on stage, ensuring you that Harry had no idea you were here to see him.

“How did you manage this?”

You laughed turning to Madi

“Honestly Jeff helped me get here so he’s really the one who’s pulling this off, but our doctor gave me the all clear to travel again early, as long as I take it easy”

“Wait so Harry doesn’t know?”

Shaking your head in her direction she laughed

“I didn’t tell him about the appointment so i’m either in the clear or in the doghouse..you’ll be the first to know”

As you walked off towards the stage you could hear Madi’s laughter, the two of you had grown fairly close since her addition to the band, she was someone you confided in, and now considered like family to you. Düsseldorf’s arena was beautiful, and you knew it would only get better once it was filled with the thousands of fans who came to see Harry perform every time he visited their city.

“Rehearsing fine line without us…? Seems unfair if you ask me”

It only took about two seconds for Harry to pause, turning to look at you, eyes widening as he figured out what he wanted to say

“Surprise!”

Harry remained quiet, walking over to you slowly

“What-Wait you’re supposed to be in London, in bed!”

Laughing you shrugged

“Doctors ordered I come visit you so here we are”

“Doctors orders huh?”

You smiled finally getting your chance to wrap your arms around him, a sigh of relief escaping you once he returned the hug. Baby bee kicking too, seeming to appreciate the fact that she could hear her daddy’s voice again

“As much as I love you, and missed you, believe me I did, please elaborate why you’re here…”

There was a slight ounce of guilt because Harry really had been worried about you when you’d first gotten placed on serious bedrest, so you did feel a little bad about not keeping him in the loop

“I saw our doctor yesterday, and I was told I could travel again so long as I take it easy, I know I should have called you but I really just wanted to surprise you…and yes don’t worry I’ll take it easy”

Harry dropped his head, his shoulders shaking and you knew he was laughing, but it wasn’t until he knelt down that you knew he wasn’t mad. His hands held onto your hips will he rested his forehead against your now significantly large bump

“What am I going to do with you and your mumma bee…hmm?”

She kicked a few times where his head rested and he smiled

“Yeah yeah I know, mumma’s happy and that’s what matters, you’re both going to gang up on me, just wait.”

When he stood back up you smiled, leaning forward to press a kiss to his lips

“Do I get to avoid the doghouse?”

Harry laughed bringing you back in and holding you to his chest

“I suppose so…I missed you, m’happy you’re here”

“I missed you more, wouldn’t wanna be anywhere else”

The band wanted to finish rehearsing a few more songs so Harry had a chair and some water brought out for you, knowing you wanted to be around him until he needed to put another show stopping performance on tonight. Placing another few kisses to your lips he smiled, grabbing a microphone from the tech team before walking off towards the front of the stage

“Just wait till you see my outfit tonight….chose it just for you”

He sent you a wink before turning towards his mic stand, your face heating up, it didn’t matter how many displays of affection he showed you, Harry always made you feel weak in the knees. It had been happening since you both met, and you knew it wouldn’t change, even when you both got old and grey.

You were just happy to be back with your favourite person, watching him work his magic, and lets be honest, so was baby bee who was already her daddy’s biggest fan.

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asnowfern · 11 months

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Shouting Down The Void

Summary: In a world where all men have been drafted to fight an off-world war, Feyre decides that she’s done waiting at home. Sci-Fi/Modern AU.

A/N: Don’t ask me what’s going on. I’m not sure🙃

CW: NSFW content

Read on AO3

Feyre instinctively tilted her head to the side, giving better access to the warm mouth pressing kitten kisses down the side of her neck. Her lips parted to release a breathless gasp as strong arms snaked around her middle.

Feyre turned her head to meet her husband. Violet eyes twinkled as he captured her into a heart melting kiss, sucking on her lips, his tongue pliant against hers. Paint brushes clanked against the soft wood panels of the floor as her hands busied themselves with the back of his neck and hair. She sighed into the kiss, "Rhys".

Feyre opened her eyes, her hand palmed the cold cotton surface next to her. The lack of warmth spread the chill into her. Even after six months of waking up alone, Feyre didn't think she could ever get used to this.

She shrugged on her silk bath robes, absently tying a knot as she padded her way down the corridors of her house. The home system automatically came to life as it recognised her presence.

"Senator, what is your view of the recent uprising regarding the mandated draft? That this isn't Earth's war to fight?" A smooth, well rehearsed voice blared through the speakers.

"Shut it off," Feyre snapped as the tension in her chest build.

She couldn't listen to another slimy politician's speech on the importance of the fight, why her husband had to travel tens of thousand miles away from her where she couldn't reach him. The reminder tightened the band and restricted her breathing. She scrambled to get a glass of water and downed it in one go, anything to relieve the iron grip around her lungs.

She dropped the glass into the basin and whipped open the back door, stepping out to breathe in the crisp cool air of the devil hours. The stars winked at her from their place in the vast pitch black blanket. Somewhere out there was Rhys, fighting nameless enemies.

Was this going to be her life? An endlessness of waiting and agonising?

The stars blinked at her.

Come, they said.

Join us, they beckoned.

Because why not? Feyre looked back into the void. She was a lot of things but meekly and helplessly waiting for her husband to return from war was not one of them. She was Feyre Archeron and she was done with this.

Having made up her mind, Feyre returned to the house. Its emptiness less jarring, and slowly but surely, the death hold around her chest loosened.

***

"Feyre Otieno nee Archeron," Major Devlon drawled, his eyes narrowing at her, "Your husband is Rhysand Otieno, first lieutenant of the Illyrian air force unit in the 49th battalion, yes?"

"Yes," Feyre acknowledged, her brows furrowing into a frown at the implication of his opening question. She swallowed the emotion down, repeating, 'Yes sir."

The major hummed noncommittally as he scrolled through her application on the tablet, heaving an exaggerated sigh when he was done.

"Mrs Otieno, you are aware that there is an actual war happening outside the comforts of Earth?" He asked as he turned a steely disapproving gaze on her, "That the camps are just that, war camps. Not a couples mediating centre?"

Her cheeks heated with indignation as she forced out a reply, "Of course, sir. I just thought-"

"You childishly thought you could apply to enter the 49th battalion and no one would guess your true intentions?" He interrupted sharply, drawing himself to his full height to stare down at her, to intimidate her.

Well, it's just too bad he picked the wrong person.

Feyre's anger flared within her, a beast trying to claw its way out, "Yes, I applied for my husband's battalion. Yes, of course I want to see him," She stands to level her gaze back at him, "But as my record clearly shows, I am the reigning champion shooter of Velaris in the cross gender category. I have value to this army beyond the simpering housewife you are clearly making me out to be."

The edges of Devlon's mouth twisted into a mocking smile before he summoned the corporal seated outside his office, ordering him with a bored expression, "Bring Mrs Otieno to the simulation room and show her how the room works. Ten minutes of practice before the full hour sniping exercise."

He silenced the protests from his subordinate, killing the words before it had a chance to be born, "Now, get out. Both of you."

The corporal dutifully led her out of the room, throwing the major a crisp salute before stepping out himself. Only speaking once they were walking down the corridor, surrounded by nothing but the clicking of combat boots against the metallic floor, "Are you really Rhy- first lieutenant Otieno's wife?"

Feyre narrowed her eyes before nodding in affirmation. To her surprise, the younger man grinned as his demeanour shifted to a more friendly countenance. "Seems like there was some truth to the endless bragging of his beautiful wife then."

Despite herself, she felt her lips twitch upwards into a smile because wasn't that just classic Rhys?

The male dipped his head as he turned them into an open hall, overhead lights blinked on as they entered. The army personnel swiftly made his way to the control panel, his hands sliding smoothly across the surface. Almost immediately, the hall shifted before them.

The ground transformed into a burning orange and a wild terrain of red rocks appeared. Behind them, a wall displayed a variety of rifles and blasters. Feyre found herself gravitating towards the wall, her hands hovering over the weaponry.

He gestured towards the wall, not looking away from the control panel, "Pick a long rifle you can easily familiarise yourself with."

They spent the next couple of minutes running through the simulation exercise. Conceptually, it was quite easy. It would replicate a battlefield and she was to cover the frontliners. Her performance would be assessed based on the number of frontliners who died on her watch.

"Just be careful," the soldier advised as a parting gift before he left, his voice dropped to a low range as his eyes took on a strange glint,"The simulation plays dirty."

Feyre frowned but nodded, still testing out the rifle in her hands after the room had been emptied. Darkness enveloped the room and signalled the start of the exercise. Almost immediately, Feyre followed her instincts and took off in a sprint, heading towards a large boulder with a higher and better vantage point. Below her, opaque holographic forms of soldiers proceeded forward.

She quickly scanned their surroundings with the rifle scope for the scaly enemies.

Nothing.

Feyre swore under her breath as she swiped the scope back into the gun, opting to continue her survey with naked eyes, her sweeping gaze moved to the sky.

The realisation struck her the instant she spotted it. It was an aerial attack.

What the hell was a sniper supposed to do against that? Feyre thought angrily as the black dot increased in size with each second, revealing the aerodynamic form of the attack cruiser. She turned her attention back down to her assigned unsuspecting unit. Her mind raced as her fingers twitched anxiously.

She flicked up her scope and observed the cruiser through it. Her jaw clicked audibly as a wild idea hit her.

It would be near impossible, like throwing a needle into a cyclone. But what did she have to lose? Throwing caution to the wind, she rested her rifle on the boulder and angled it towards the sky. Her fingers deftly switched from phasor to a physical ammunition.

A needle through a cyclone.

She peered into the scope, taking a deep breath to slow the heart that was beating wildly in her chest. She clicked the trigger with her next exhale and watched it pierced through the air.

One, two. Target reached.

A smile crept up as her bullet unleashed a second explosion into the engines upon impact. It wouldn't be enough to bring down the cruiser but sure enough, spots dotted the sky as fighters sailed down in their parachutes. Feyre wasted no time in picking them off one by one.

A sharp cry beneath alerted her to separate land-based strike forces on her team. The scaly warriors of Mars ruthlessly advancing on them. She quickly adjusted back her rifle settings.

A bullet whistled past her. The shock of the pain from the shot grazing the side of her face caught her unaware. She raised a finger to lightly trace the wound and stared at the blood coating her fingers. The numb realisation incited a chill down her spine. The injuries are real.

The grim knowledge settled deep within her as she retreated behind the boulder, her gun held flushed against her body. The true fight begins now.

***

The view from the window of the transport carrier was jaw droppingly spectacular. Earth glowed in the bright city lights, a streak of aurora centred over the tip of the Europe continent in a swirl of mesmerising green waves. A sight so beautiful it wiped one's mind clean.

"Specialist Otieno," the nasally voice of Major Devlon pulled her back to reality, to the blooming ache in her muscles and sharp pain in her arm where another shot from the simulation grazed her. He handed her a tablet, "Your standard issue. All the documents that you need to memorise before the briefing tomorrow have been loaded within. Officer Otieno will pick you up from the hangar later."

Feyre went still, her breath held in suspension at the commander's words, digesting them almost belatedly. Her head turned mechanically.

"Report for the orientation briefing at oh eight hundred tomorrow," Major Devlon gave a grimace that could almost pass off as a smile, "Welcome to the 49th battalion, Specialist."

Feyre gave him a sharp salute as she thanked him sincerely. She turned back to the view outside her window, a small smile creeping on. The stars twinkled at her knowingly.

Her heart pounded excitedly as the doors to the carrier slid aside, giving way to the grey metal alloy surfaces of the camp. Her eyes located her husband instantly.

Rhys's form was rigid, a tension held the body captive in a manner that Feyre had never seen before. The muscle in his jaw feathered as violet eyes landed on her. It vanished in an instant as his head snapped towards the Major, throwing up a sharp salute in greeting. The commander snorted and waved his hand in dismissal, striding out of the hangar without another word.

"Rhys,"

He cuts her off coldly, "Not here."

She barely kept the flinch out of her face as she schooled her expression into neutrality. But Rhys knew her. He could still read her like a book even after six months apart. His voice was gentle when he ushered her into the winding hallway, "Your room is this way."

They entered the small room, the door closed with a click behind her. The room was simple, a slim cot was pushed into the inner right corner, the desk sat facing the wall on the left, next to the locker.

"Why are you here, Feyre?"

Feyre settled her bag on the desk before spinning around to face him. She whispered into his chest, "Because I couldn't take it anymore."

They stood mere inches apart, confined by the narrow space between the sparse furniture. The close proximity revealed the effects of war on him, dark purple rings beneath his eyes and the gaunt angles of his cheekbones. Worst of all, a hauntedness that had taken residence deep within the recesses of violet eyes.

"You would have been safe down there," he muttered, his hands tracing her features reverently. He frowned as he clocked in the graze on her cheek, "Faraway from the brutality of this place."

"Faraway from you," she added as her fists clenched, the tightness of her chest returning, "So far that it was like shouting into the void. I could yell and scream until my voice was gone and it wouldn't make a difference. It could never escape the void. I could never reach you."

Rhys took her closed fists, gently prying them open. "This place, this war. It changes you. Stay long enough and you could become a monster just like it. I-"

"Then we can become monsters together," she said passionately, her hands closing over his as she met his gaze, "I know there are rules. You fight your battles and I'll fight mine. But then we return from it and meet each other here."

"Feyre"

Her name slipped out of his lips like a prayer. His composure, his facade, crumbling into dust as he crashed his mouth down to hers. His lips were demanding, desperate for a taste after so long apart. Feyre returned it fiercely, sweeping a tongue against his bottom lip and thrusted it in. One arm closed around her waist to bring her closer, enveloping her in the familiar scent of rain, salt and citrus, while the other slipped behind her neck.

Her legs weakened, knees buckling as the back hit the edge of the cot and sent them falling gracelessly towards it. Their lips remained fused together as she eagerly undid his pants and threw it aside, freeing his awakened cock.

Her pants and underwear were barely down her thighs when Rhys thrusted, sliding home in a single motion. Feyre gasped as her walls deliciously stretched around him, the discomfort quickly giving way to pleasure.

"Move," she ordered.

Rhys chuckled above her, cutting off further words as he captured her lips once more and rolled his hips. They moved seamlessly, meeting each thrust perfectly. Rhys brought one hand down, circling her clit in time with his hips. The ache in her centre building with each stroke.

"I'm close," he whispered into her ear as he withdrew all the way to the tip, "Come with me, Feyre," He slammed back in, a practiced finger pressed roughly at her bundle of nerves.

Her world shattered into a thousand stars, pulling him off the edge with her as she clenched and pulsed tightly around him. He pulled out, spilling himself on the cot.

He pushed himself up to open the locker, taking out a packet of wet tissues. Without thinking, Feyre rolled on her side, wincing as her weight rested on her wounded arm.

Rhys's face sharpened at the sound, assessing eyes swept over her form. "You're hurt," he said almost woefully.

He buttoned his pants back up with impressive speed, exiting the room with a quick, "I'll be right back."

Feyre sat up, slightly taken aback at the sudden absence. She reached for the packet of wet wipes and was just done cleaning herself up when Rhys returned, clutching a small first aid box in his hand.

He wordlessly made his way back to the cot and laid the box open on it. "Show me, please." He pleaded. Feyre rolled up her sleeves, hissing as she peeled the fabric of her shirt off the wound, uncovering a deep gash.

He patched up her arm before moving on to her face, disinfecting the wound and applying a clear gel on it. The actions were so tender that her heart squeezed tightly.

Rhys rested one hand on her uninjured cheek, stroking it gently, "No more shouting into the void. I'm right here."

Her vision blurred as she wrapped her arms tightly around him, burying her face into his chest. The worry and tension from the past few months ebbed away. Feyre sighed in relief as she answered, "We are right here, together. Just as we should be."

War might rage outside those doors, forcing them to do unspeakable deeds. But here, just the two of them, there would always be peace.

#feysand #feysand fic #acotar #feyre archeron #Rhysand

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brainyrot · 13 days

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Fanfic Update? 🙃

I think I'm gonna start preparing the fic on ao3

He underestimated those finger guns, sure it didn't hurt but the impact. Oh, the impact.

Managed to destroy his hand, obviously he can always..get it back. It's ink, who cares. But, it's impressive. Surely not impressive and big enough to destroy or even kill him, but it is something that should be taken off right now. He can't just have these people walk around with such a weapon.

whines and curses of pain of a cup, now running away with a slowly, slowly falling apart limp.

He didn't rip it off in time, but you're gonna need super glue to fix that crack for sure. At least he knows it's not functional anymore.

he just needs to get the other one.

"that was NOT bendy!" She screamed, mostly to herself. "It couldn't be! Have you seen that thing?! if- it just couldn't be! And it talked. It talked!" she was frantic, who knew what was going on in her head.

"whoever that was..we need to keep as far as we can of distance from it."

"Have you seen what he has done to your arm Cuphead? It nearly broke it. We gotta look at the wound now." rather have a brother with two arms and a functioning finger gun than a brother with one arm and no finger gun.

"Let's just get somewhere safe and then we can look at it, 'kay mugs?" the cat suggested. But what if it was really bendy? it couldn't be. it was too..it didn't feel like bendy.

The way it talked, it's mannerisms, it's nothing like Bendy's. But at the same time, bendy never acted like himself whenever he had these.. moments.

but how could they help bendy? He was a threat now and approaching was a no go, Cuphead was injured and stuck in an unknown place.

ugh..reminds him of the labyrinth, except that now the main threat was bendy, and not that Sarah kid.

But..was it.. actually him? It's just hard to think it is! maybe it's really some labyrinth situation, just instead of memories it's ink.. mimicking people?

Who knows.

he's thinking of the worst right now.

They don't know where they are going, and the more they go deep in this place, the more ink slowly creeps in until it's nothing but that.

Could it be that the ink is sentient? A parasitic being that slowly consumes everything and everyone? Could explain why those people seemed or..were made of ink. Maybe..maybe bendy is also a victim?

it's possible, a parasitic being, the ink, that takes over your mind. It's a thing between insects, it's possible with this too.

It explains the ink people, the ink that somehow is always here, around, and the aggressiveness.

it makes the person aggressive and submissive to the control of the ink until it consumes them and die.

Maybe it's different with demons? bendy seemed also made of ink but more.. covered. You could see his..eerie smile, part of the bone of his horns and hooves.

could it be that the ink illness is messing with it? Instead of turning into an inky being he's slowly melting? The way the bones, teeth and hooves were showing it seemed like melting.

or..maybe this is all the ink illness. it makes sense, because everyone here at least has some ink on them but it's just stains. Whole for bendy and whoever the rest was, it was like it took over completely.

Maybe only who is ill is affected by this?

"..guys! I think I got it!" the feline stopped.

"Got what? That my hand is gone?" The red cup huffed, sarcastically commenting on his wound.

"No, not yet. Sit down on one of those chairs and we'll fix that. But, I think I figured out something for this place."

"How to get out?" Mugman asked, kind of a stupid question but hey, who doesn't wanna get out.

"No, but,,what if all of this is just the ink illness doing?"

"..what." ridiculous, he thought. Is there a cigarette around?

"Hear me out! the ink seems so alive! Gave you not see it create people from mere puddles?! And the ink people! And bendy! What if these are all ink illness victims that not only have an incurable illness-"

"Yet." Hope, holly may, hope.

"-but now are controlled by this sentient ink making them aggressive like those guys earlier and bendy! We saw him before, he was docile a minute ago and now he's hunting us."

"but it doesn't make any sen-"

"The ink machine!" Mugman thought. "The ink machine was here! what if it's really the ink machine doing? what if it's malfunctioning and that's why instead of curing everyone it's doing..that to them? What if the ink is from the ink machine and whoever is infected is now victim of this weird..mind control in ink Felix says."

"The ink machine is here?"

"it explains a few things..but how do we fix it?"

"I don't know yet but.. let's try and fix that hand of your first."

"I did the best I could but .. it's like if you badly glued something together and it's not holding together at all."

"welp..I guess I'll have to learn how to write with my left hand."

"Don't say that! Holly is gonna fix it!..maybe just, bandaging it tight? Once we're out of here we can find that cream that helps us with the cracks."

"Oh that weird thing? Maybe I can make it."

"Why doesn't the cat gets it out of his silly bag?" cup pointed out.

The feline shrugged. "Honestly I doubt I'll get it out of here, this bag isn't too cooperative."

"Look we'll just bandage it, don't use your hand until we find another way. And..I think we should start finding food and a big enough room to even sit down and relax."

"Yeah, we're just standing around in the open."

"c'mon then, let's go. finish with those bandages."

"I'm doing it,, I'm doing it,, okay, I'm do-"

A hum, a song, a beautiful voice that seemed to belong to an angel.

"we need to hide!"

"Where?!"

"I-i-i don't know- uh-"

A few footsteps, the voice humming was probably wearing heels. It's getting closer.

"...I think I know that vo-" "in here!" a random room, a closet he thinks. There's an axe here, it can be useful.

The voice is getting louder. The humming is getting more addictive as it goes on, he wants to know who is it. He wants to know why does she sounds so familiar.

#bendy and boris in the inky mystery #babtqftim #bendy and boris the quest for the ink machine #batim fanfiction #answer #answers #batim #batdr

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bunniesnuggie · 2 years

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~Eddie as a caregiver~

cg!eddie munson x little!(gn)reader

summary: general headcanons of our baby cow bf as our caregiver

some more cg! eddie headcanons because we all need it right now

as i said before eddie is very artsy and he will color with you

he has “grown up” dnd coloring books, but he totally lets you help him color them, he doesn’t care if you go outside the lines or use mismatched colors. his baby cakes made it :) he a special one that he uses just for himself

btw he calls you baby cakes

idk i saw it on this donut thing the other day and my brain was like - eddie -

always puts your comfort over his. always.

everyone talks about wearing is jacket, which is a given. but if you slip out in public while wearing platforms/heels/big people shoes etc. he’s slipping off his boots, pulling out extra socks and putting them on you

oh yeah he’s got a “baby bag” for you

just a little backpack of your choosing that you both switch between carrying. he carry’s it for you when you get tired of it 🫠 it’s small so it only holds the necessities; small stufffie, socks, stash away paci, and head phones for sensory reasons :)

heard someone say that he’s wear pink nail polish to match reader and y e s

his nails used to alway be black and chipping but now they always match yours or are color you picked. he also lets you draw little designs on them and god forbid someone says something about them

i will die on my eddie is protective hill

he almost never lets you out of his site in little space. he has to know where every bump, scrape and bruise come from. if you like me and you bruise easy or are super clumsy - poor boy, he’s wrapping you bubble wrap and strapping a hockey helmet on you 🫠

gets genuinely invested in your shows and movies

one of the reason why he such a good caregiver is he genuinely enjoys it, he enjoys taking care of you of course, but he also loves to play with you and hangout with you. so if you have no little friends it’s ok, eddie is kinda like a kid too :)

he does not care about the “gross” things that you and your body do

you got a runny nose? he’s lightly pinching the tip of it to wipe away the snot. drooling all over his shoulder because you passed out while cuddling? absolutely fine, his favorite thing. you have troubles with bladder control or anything? “angel look, they make the cute pull ups in your size”. if pull-ups or diapers aren’t your thing, he gets you special waterproof sheets and makes sure he always takes you potty before bed. he will wipe you and help you wash your hands. probably would ask to help change your period products if you use them. he . does. not . care

eddie loves to try to win you stuffies at the local fair, will spend hours trying and so much money he could’ve just bought you one

steve ends up trying the basketball one and winning you a huge stuffed dragon and eddie gets all butt hurt until you name it after his dnd character, after that he’s all :D “my baby named their dragon after me”

getting happy meals in his van

you always sit in the back, in a special seat that eddie decked out to feel like a car seat. it’s got little arm rests as well as cup holders and he somehow added extra belts to keep you super safe. he always drives safer with you regardless if you’re regressed or not.

loves when you take care of him in littlespace

one of his favorite memories is coming home after the events in the upside down and having you comfort and care for him so diligently (i have a small fic about this self plug ). or the rare occasion where he gets a cold and you go all doc mcstuffins on him. band aids everywhere, why bandaids for a cold? he doesn’t ask. thermometer that you don’t know how to read, blankeys, stuffies, and a stethoscope he has no idea came from. (should i make this a full story bc i can keep going 🙃)

A/N : i love headcanons so much because something so simple really makes the character more complex :) buuut i’m terrible at making them short and concise

also do we like the little scenarios with the headcanons or is just the idea / headcanon alone better???

ps: i’m working on like three fics / one shots i still don’t know the difference rn and then i’ll get the edited and out to you guys :) and as always just let me know if you’d like to be added to my tag list!

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